Possessed By You (Overworld Underground Book 1) by John Corwin Read Free Book Online Page B

executive with plushy pens?" He laughed. "So you want to boss people around, is that it?"
    I shrugged. "It sounds like fun."
    His eyes twinkled. "You are too much, Emily."
    I smirked. "I'd like to think I'm just enough."
    We finished our pies and lattes in an unfortunately short period of time. I could have savored that pie all night. Thomas stood. Stretched. Two women seated at a nearby table watched him the entire time, leaving me somewhat bewildered. Nothing new with this man, I supposed. Perhaps knights in shining armor emitted a glow I was unaware of. I sniffed the air, questing for the telltale scent of mind-altering cologne, but smelled nothing but coffee and the slight odor of something burned.
    As we made for the door, Thomas turned toward the bouncers on the stairs instead of heading outside. Music thudded from below. "Got your ID?" he asked.
    "But, it's late," I said in protest.
    "Are you my grandmother?" he said, laughing.
    I didn't even want to imagine what age that would put me at, and shook my head. "Yes, I do have my ID," I said in a terse voice. Oh, I'd show him whose grandmother I was. I was young. I was the Energizer bunny, damn it. When he came to work all bleary eyed in the morning, I'd be the one laughing.
    We headed downstairs, the music booming loud enough to vibrate every molecule in my body. People my age danced in a rectangular room with a bar at one end and a stage with a live band playing. I had to admit the music was of the alternate rock variety I liked. Thomas directed me to the floor and started to prance about like a loon. It took all my willpower not to burst into laughter as he performed something resembling a chicken dance alternating with raise the ceiling.
    Not that dancing was my forte. Usually several strong drinks were required before I loosened up. Still, nothing could look as ridiculous as his little caper. I moved side-to-side, wiggling my hips about, hopelessly trying to channel Isabel's smooth eye-catching form.
    Thomas stopped dancing and laughed. He guffawed so hard, he doubled over, holding his stomach. I froze, mortified.
    "What do you find so funny, Mr. Jones?" I yelled to be heard over the music, except at that moment, the band went silent, and my comment broadcast all about the room.
    He caught his breath, shook his head, and assumed a serious expression. "Nothing at all."
    "It's that time of the night," the lead singer of the band shouted. "Who's first?"
    "First?" I said, as Thomas took my arm and moved us toward the stage.
    "Karaoke time." He winked.
    "Absolutely not!" I said tugging desperately to free myself from his grasp.
    He gave me a devilish grin and stopped at the stage. "I have a volunteer."
    The singer looked at me, a smile widening across his face. "What song, cutie?"
    "I am not, I repeat, not volunteering to sing," I said, giving Thomas a stern look.
    "Fine," he said, shrugging. "Guess I'll do it then."
    "You up for it, grandpa?" the singer said with a teasing laugh.
    "I was singing for rock bands when you were pooping your diapers." Thomas flashed a confident grin, hopped onstage with ease, and took the microphone. He turned and shouted something at the band, causing quite a few of them to break out in laughter.
    The bass player started strumming a very familiar beat. Thomas, still facing the band, spun and shouted, "I like big butts and I cannot lie, you other brothers can't deny, when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist and round thing in your face, you get sprung!"
    My eyes went wide and an embarrassed flush ran across my skin. "Oh lord," I said, ready to flee as Thomas performed a white boy dance while he sang, rapped, and quite likely committed multiple crimes against humanity.
    The crowd went wild, laughing and singing along, girls sticking out their bottoms and wagging them about, even if they didn't possess posteriors with the qualities espoused in the song.
    The band seemed to love it as well, adding their own alt-rock twist to the melody. I