Page 188 of Lost Lyrebird
Sexiest motherfucking thing I’ve ever seen.
Lily strolls to center stage as the music winds down.On the final note, she raises her arms, and the rest of the dancers follow, striking a pose so sharp and powerful it feels like a declaration.A prayer to the heavens, hands clasped above their heads, then they drop to their knees in perfect unison.
The expansion of their chests as they fill their lungs with air is the only sound, the only movement in the entire club, until the crowd goes absolutely insane and in a wave of exhilaration.
Lily’s forget-me-not eyes stay locked on me.They burn straight into me as the lights dim.Daring me, taunting me, promising me.Telling me that this is for me.
Her last dance on stage is dedicated to me.
Because with Lily… there’s always a message for me in each song, I just have to pay attention to discover the underlying meaning.If I’d known this from the beginning, could I have realized who she was to me sooner?I have no goddamn idea, but I know now, and I know she declared her devotion and love for me in that song.
The question is… what the fuck am I going to do about it?
Raven wasn’t kidding.Lily’s going out with a bang.
The crowd roars, but I can’t tear my eyes off her.Everyone’s standing and hollering as Bodie leans in, muttering, “I’d sell my soul to see that every fucking night.”
You and me both, but only to see her.The other girls could take the night off.
I shoot him a look in total agreement.I’m hard as fuck right now and dying to get my woman alone, to finally touch all that skin she just displayed.To say there might be a minor punishment involved isn’t an exaggeration.I’m jealous as fuck that anyone else got to see this, her like this.Knowing it’s the last time is the only thing that eases the burn.
I stand, and the guys give me shit—Bodie hollering something about never seeing me get a boner in public—but I don’t care.I make my way toward the hallway, towards my office, where I’ll wait for her.Because I have plans… big plans, and I’m dying to see them through.
CHAPTER 53
A balance of power is always at play.
Raven’s compliments don’t compute.Her mouth is moving, saying something about tonight’s dance.They’re words spoken in plain English.However, they make no sense when they’re not the ones I want to hear.Because I only have one burning question that needs to be answered, and she’s deliberately dancing around it, fucking torturing me.
As soon as I finish zipping up my dress, I turn and give her a glare that promises bodily harm if she doesn’t tell me what I need to know.
“Where’s Finn?”
She grins knowingly, glances at her nails, and frowns.“What’ll you give me for this information?”
I huff, grab my heels from my bag, and step into them.When I’m fully ready, I fan myself.Yes, I’m sweating.I’ve been brimming with nervous excitement all day, but this is next level.My body is buzzing, like it’s plugged into an outlet—fried and overheated.The thrill of finally getting to see him has been building to the point I’m about to snap.And I will if Raven doesn’t stop teasing me.
“He’s waiting for you in his office,” she says at last.“Try not to scare the clients with all the screaming you’re about to do.They might think someone’s being murdered back there.”
“See?Was that so hard?”I sigh.
“No, but seeing you all flustered is bringing me and the girls great joy after all of those insane practice sessions you put us through.”
“Hope you’re not in too much trouble,” Olivia chimes in.
I couldn’t care less if anyone hears us.
And trouble?God, Iwanttrouble.The worst kind there is—with him.I want him with a force capable of tearing down every wall between us.This is a secret to no one, which is clear from the slew of raunchy taunts they throw my way as I exit the dressing room.
“Get it, girl!”
“Ride that stick shift like you stole it!”
“No dismounting before eight seconds!”
“Oh, Captain, my Captain!”
Alone in the hallway, I finally voice my answer.“I plan to.And yes, he’s my Captain.”
