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"I’ll text you when I get back in town"

"You do that" She slid off the barstool "In the meantime, I intend to kick everyone’s ass at the pool table"

He laced his hands with hers and drew her against him "You can try And until next week"

Before she could object about being in a public bar and her sister being there, he’d cupped the nape of her neck and held her still while his mouth bore down on hers for a kiss that seared her feet to the floor

It was everything she re with hier, a need that fed her desire as well Before she kneas happening, she was up on her toes, her body pressed to his, and his ar down her back, nearly co into contact with her butt

"Holy shit," she heard her sister say, and that broke the spell

But only barely If there’d been anyone else but her sister there, she wouldn’t have cared

Trick looked down at her, and she was lost in the whiskey depths of his eyes He smiled down at her

"Next week, Stella"

She licked her lips "Yeah Next week"

Chapter Three

Stella stretched and wiped sweat fro dance practice today, worse than usual The choreographer was kicking their asses There were twelve dances in this show, and as one of the leads, she was front and center in all of the to co work She’d deal with sore feet and screa as she had a job like this one It wasn’t all that often that she booked a show on Broadway, and the et, the better it was for her career

Plus, she loved what she did Dance wasn’t just her job It was part of her soul She couldn’t i this At the end of every rehearsal day, she felt equal parts brutalized and euphoric

But right now, all she wanted was a long hot bath and a beer Or a six-pack

Okay, one beer, since Lawrence the bastard choreographer seeained even an ounce of weight

Prick

She pulled on her jeans and sweater, slid on her tennis shoes and jacket, then found her bag and headed for the subway It was late, and she was starving, so she grabbed a salad with grilled chicken at the corner restaurant on the way to her apartment in Chelsea