as they changed into their stage costumes.
Trent frowned at him. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“The look on your face when Denise went off to dance with Martin.”
“So they danced. Big deal.”
“And what a loving little kiss he plastered on her forehead. Man, if I was her, I’d be so excited. I can tell he cares for her.”
“You’re asking for a fat lip.”
“You guys need to stop squawking and get into costume,” Vince told them. “We’re on in five minutes.”
Vince was always a stickler for time.
Dante continued to mess with him. “She danced with everyone except you tonight. What does that say?”
“That she has poor tastes,” Trent answered. He removed his shirt, put on his vest, and then wrestled his long legs into a pair of tight jeans. Dante stopped fucking with him for a while, which was a good thing. He had already figured out that Dante was trying to get him jealous enough so he would do something to win Denise back. It would have been a lot easier for Dante to just come out and tell him to stop dragging ass and claim his woman. Dante was right though. He was jealous. She’d even given some face time to Jose, who didn’t seem to be fazed by his earlier threat. Trent smiled. Not that he could blame the younger man. Denise looked very lovely in the tight red gown that clung to her curvy body. The only reason he hadn’t claimed his dance was because he’d been trying to ignore a hard-on he’d gotten the moment he saw her this evening. Even a minute in her arms dancing could prove embarrassing.
He couldn’t even blame Martin for being interested in Denise. For all he knew Denise never told the other man that the two of them had once been engaged. He hadn’t expected Denise to wait around for seven years. But he also wasn’t prepared to see her so happy with another man.
Trent finished dressing. “Thanks, man. I appreciate what you’re trying to do, but I think it might be too late. Denise and Martin make a pretty nice couple.”
“Looks can be deceiving, man. This is Christmas, and I do believe in miracles.”
“Let’s just get out there and rock the place,” M. J. said. “I have a hot date waiting for me later.”
Trent smirked. Apparently he meant Bernard. He had to hand it to M. J. He didn’t let anything stop him. “Okay. Let’s go rock this place.”
The four friends left the makeshift dressing room and headed back into the ballroom.
The crowd roared enthusiastically as they performed, but he kept his eyes trained on Denise and Martin the entire time he performed. He was trying to be a good guy, but he knew if he didn’t make a move soon he was going to lose Denise.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we’d now like to do a little something from the past. Heck, most of us weren’t even born when this song was popular, but it’s still one of our favorites.” It was also Denise’s favorite. He began singing the introduction to Tavares’ ‘Remember What I Told You to Forget.’
Fans old enough to remember the song sang right along with him to the soulful ballad.
Trent moved from the stage and walked through the audience, shaking hands with people until he finally reached Denise. He got down on his knees and began singing to her. “Baby, can I pour my heart out to you?” This is it . He had to let her know he loved her. Trent continued singing, looking directly into her eyes.
Denise just blushed, looked a bit embarrassed, but still gave him her full attention. The song ended.
“I love you, Denise. I always have and I always will. Merry Christmas, baby.”
Denise looked quite confused now, but she didn’t stop looking at him.
Trent rose to his feet and went back to the stage to sing the next song. The ball was in her court now.
Chapter Five
Stupid man . She kept blasting Trent out in her head. Even Martin told her maybe it was time to decide what