each note and hang on to it forever.
Music spoke to her. It moved her soul so deeply that nothing else could compare. She’d felt the same since childhood. It’s why landing the PA position with Tom was like winning the lottery. Having witnessed many albums come to life, she knew she was at the heart of the industry.
Licks and riffs from the lead guitar mixed with the bass and drums. The increased tempo provoked another round of sexy moves between her and Ally. She laughed to herself at the thought. Getting her friend onto the dance floor took a lot of effort on Cassie’s part, but her determination won out in the end.
They’d spent the last few minutes in the center of the crowd, back-to-back, rocking their hips and dropping low. She’d lost count of how many people were gawking in their direction. Some admired. Some envied. Some lusted. Yet the only pair she cared to see belonged to the one man she couldn’t find.
Mike.
The wall of bodies spread around the club made it difficult to see. There was no sign of him, just hungry eyes of other men waiting to see what she and Ally would do next.
This place could get rowdy crowds every now and then, and the current band had this place on fire. It never failed for some college chick turning twenty-one to get drunk and show her tits. If these guys thought she and Ally would do the same, they’d lost their minds.
Still, there was always the hope that someone new would come around.
While she and Mike weren’t exclusive, she hadn’t noticed anyone else interesting. Not yet. But the old adage about the night being young was true, and she’d only had one drink. Out of all the times she’d been to this club in the last year, she’d never seen it this crowded. The chance of finding someone new was pretty good.
Come to think of it, she hadn’t been with anyone but Mike since she and Aaron split. It was easier that way. Her work load wouldn’t allow for much social time, short of parties she attended with Tom. She refused to mix her career with her social life.
Guess she shouldn’t complain. Mike was an awesome lover. He knew how to make her body come to life, and even though she liked their casual relationship, part of her wanted something new, something different.
Once she pushed the thoughts aside, the warmth of Ally’s back faded from hers. She turned to check on her friend, worrying some jerk had pulled her away. A wave of relief fluttered her heart when she noticed there was only a foot of space separating them. Ally was caught up in the music. Her flawless moves proved that whatever caused her earlier hesitation had disappeared.
Good. She deserved to have some fun, especially after an awkward dinner with her mother. The details Ally gave her on their way to Midnight Blues increased Cassie’s suspicion that Paula was drinking again. God, she hoped she was wrong.
She had little time to give it thought when she spotted Mike at the edge of the dance floor. His eyes were locked on her as he stood there, arms crossed, a hint of a smile on his lips.
Damn, he was sexy, even in a plain white t-shirt and faded blue jeans. She knew what those clothes covered, knew every detail of his body, the way it looked like Bernini himself had sculpted it.
The more he raked over her body, the hotter it grew. If he kept staring at her that way, it would be a long night. She wanted him, wanted to feel his lips all over her. Images ran through her mind, and each left her breathless because she knew what would happen later. He’d start with her mouth and work his way down to her thighs. Then he’d plunge his tongue so deep inside her, she’d buck against his mouth until she came.
At least the first time.
As she fantasized about screwing him, it took her a moment to realize that he’d shifted his attention toward Ally, and then the stage. His smile faded, brows pinched, and if he narrowed his lids any further, they’d shut.
It wasn’t until he worked his way into the
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