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Corey disappeared swiftly, only to
return
with two rounds of shots…I liked his style
.

We all took one
,
then another….I
was getting drunk.

Before I knew it, Corey came out from the bar and extended
his arm to me.
 
It was show time.
 
Thankful for the few shots, I was feeling
less timid and loose.

Walking to the stage, I knew everything
would
be prepped
.
 
Corey had a sixth
sense when it came to me.
 
“Ready?”
 
He grinned.

Taking my place on stage, I shook my head at him as he held
that stupid grin on his face.
 
I like his
type of arrogance.
 
Why?
I
don’t
know, but I trusted him, and singing tonight
was something I undeniably needed.

Getting lost in the moment, I let the pounding of the
rhythm set my mood.
 
On stage, I opened
my eyes to the crowd.
 
Charlie, fuck he
was
here?
 
Standing towards the back of the crowds his eyes locked on my and that
look of longing and sadness was marred in his expression.

Of course, the woman, whom looked like a gorgeous model,
snaked a hold around him that he clearly accepted.
 
Shouldn’t
be
surprised.
 
Charlie was gorgeous.
 
He stood out in a sea of people.
 
Charlie reminded me of a GQ model and the way
he held himself, screamed confidence.
 

Turning to Corey, I mouthed what song I wanted first in the
set.

Gripping the
mic
, I felt the heat
of the lights disappear.
 
This song was
personal.
 
Finding my
voice among the dark.
 
I kept my
eyes closed.
 
The music of the bank
behind me pulled me into my own private oasis.
 
My lungs needing the release.
 
I lost myself in the song.
 
The crowds cheers deafened in my ears.
 
The vibrations of the music flooded me whole.
 
The
song,
resonated
deep in me.
 
I needed this more than I
realized.
 
The words flowed.
 
My body moved, lost in a spell.
 
I tapped the world; I loved to lose myself
in.

Opening my eyes, I was no longer searching for him in the
crowd of people.
 
The song did that for
me.
 
Beginning the second song, Corey
looked excited.
 
I knew he loved it when
I obliged him.
 
Loosing myself in two
more songs, this was precisely what I needed tonight.

Music was beyond just therapy for me, it was my center, my
universe.
 
Finishing the last song,
Tiesto
approached me, asking if I would perform.
 
I almost laughed when he asked, but said
yes.
 
Of course, I would say yes.
 
It was an honor.

Finally, spent, I made my way from the outdoor stage in
front of Mosaic.
 
Snaking my way to the interior
bar, I found Corey.
 
His smile was
magnificent.
 
Searching, I found Brady
and Sam out on the dance floor, very close to having sex.
 
I laughed turning back to the bar. Corey
taking a shot with
me,
looked down at me slighting his
head quizzically.

“Lilly are you ok tonight?” he look to me as if he could
read me too well.
 
Damn, I was slipping.

“Yes…I’m good Corey” and I was just that.
 
However, Charlie was still in the back of my
thoughts.

“You just don’t seem like yourself.”

“Trust me, I’m good and possibly better than I
deserve.”
 
I took my shot down
greedily.
 
Dropping the glass down to the
bar with too much force, I needed another.
 
Corey snaked around the bar and served me another.
 

“Thank you for tonight!”
 
He smiled.

“Don’t mention it.
 
I
needed it.”
 
I took the second shot as he
smiled and disappeared behind the bar.
 
Looking to the empty shot glass, I felt buzzed already.

The bar
was packed
tonight just as
expected. Bodies at times tight
, pushing
through.
Before I realized it, two unfamiliar hands landed on my hips. I turned, and to
my
shock…
Sebastian was to my side.

“Lillian?” he smiled.

“Mr. Vaihn.” I nodded.

“Well this is certainly a surprise.” Sebastian looked to
Corey ordering me another shot.

“Perhaps.”
I
whispered.

Turning to him, I appraised his tall stature.
 
The man towered me and his blue eyes locked
on mine.
 
Sebastian had a way about him,
an ability to look harmless one moment and lethal the next.
 
He was in a white fitted t-shirt and black
slacks. It was obvious he worked out as his shirt pulled in all the right
places.
 
Knowing who Charlie was, and
looking at Sebastian, they definitely hit the lotto when it came to their gene
pool.
 
However, they had different
colored hair and eyes, the gestures and build were very much the same.
 
Shit, if I were a man that looked like them,
I too would be just as arrogant.

Grinning and looking back to my drink, I could sense he
would be a good distraction but again those damn words…OFF LIMITS circled thru
my mind.

Shit, what did I really know of OFFLIMITS…?
 
They were brothers, fuck.
 
Did I really want to play this game?

“You are clearly amused, do you care to share?” Sebastian
leaned in.

“No nothing worth sharing Mr. Vaihn.”

“You really need to stop addressing me so formally. I might
have a six year age gap over you, but your making me
feel
ancient.” He smiled.

I laughed, to his pathetic attempt to get me to call him by
his name.
 
I was sure ancient
wasn’t
what he was feeling right now.
 
Judging the look in his eyes
;
Sebastian looked hungry, and I was on his menu.

“Fine…Sebastian.” I rolled my eyes laughing.

“That’s better.” again with his amazing
smile.

“Are you alone or with your boyfriend?” he added.

Again, I laughed…
“Friends and no
boyfriend.”

Pulling his lips tight, he raised a quizzical brow. “I
would have been certain that you were attached.”

“Looks can be misleading Sebastian…I’m sure you of all
people know this lesson and well.”
 
I
smirked, knowing there was more truth to my statement.

“I’m not sure how to take that?’ He looked down at me in
confusion.

“You don’t seriously want me to qualify my comment do you?
I suspect you are more than intelligent enough to work it out for yourself
”
 
Ok
, brassie mouth
is taking hold.
 
He pulled that part of
me out so damn easily.

Pulling a tight grin, he nodded then smiled.

“Your performance was quite the shock.
 
I had no idea you could
sing?
 
Don’t tell me you’re an aspiring
singer?”
 
He raised a brow.

“No, I’m not.
 
I
enjoy it, but not where my head is Mr.
Vai
-,” I
caught myself and corrected, “Sebastian.”
 
I smiled.
 
“I just enjoy it.”

“I can completely understand.
 
You looked like an entirely different person
up there.
 
Music, I suppose can do
that.”
 
He smiled seductively.
 
“You’re very good.
 
Commanding the crowd,” He shook his head
grinning, perhaps a silent thought.
 
“I
have to admit, you’re a natural performer.”

More than you know.
 
I silently thought.

The music shifted as did my mood. I was drunk and now
didn’t
care…he pressed up to me and leaned down, “you look
like you need to get on the dance floor….Join me?” He lifted his head from the
side of mine and pulled me to the floor.
 
Sebastian
didn’t
wait for my response, not that
it would matter, no was something he definitely didn’t understand.
 
The man clearly got what he wanted on a
regular basis.

Like that, we were on the floor and his hands were down
around my hips, holding me just close enough.

I caught Sam’s shocked expression as she now shook her head,
noticing whom I was dancing with…looking from her, I caught Brady’s expression,
grinning.

Returning my gaze to Sebastian, placing my hand to his
chest, I kept my eyes to his…he could move, and keep up to every move of my
body. The music got hotter, and the rhythm of sex pumped through the speakers.

My mood had definitely shifted. Drunk, yes, I was feeling
it. I
wasn’t
sure if it was the alcohol or the music,
either would be fine by me.

His hands moving on me were seductive, touching, and
grazing ever so slightly but never truly firm…just enough to tease my senses.
The music, hard and seducing my body…definitely dangerous, as was he.

The air, electric; pulsing through every nerve, every cell;
luring me further into a dark need; directly to him; like a moth to a forbidden
flame, I was tempted.

I knew his reputation…Brady’s words started to echo…every
movement, every tease he provided, confirmed how he played the game…He was a
man whom took his time. He
didn’t
just fuck…no there
was more to him, and now, I could sense it. His allure was strong. Even knowing
this was how he worked…I was being tempted. Perhaps, I wanted to be seduced…he
made it easy for me. I wanted to loosen my grip on the control I clung to.
 
Charlie and his model flashed before me.
 
Asshole!
 

But
, was I that
different?
 
Nope.
 
I was the same person.
 
He had warned me.
 
Hell, I would have behaved the same way.
 
Who was I to judge?

Closing my eyes, Sebastian’s hand moved to the lowest
possible point of my spine, close enough to my ass lead me into his body.
 
Surrendering to the music and his touch, I
pressed my body into his.
 
His lips
skimmed my neck.
 
Memories of the
basement flashed before me, the heat, the need, and more importantly, the feel
of his body undermine.

His other hand materialized at the nape of my neck. Opening
my eyes my breath hitched and my heart almost stopped. His lips dangerously
close to mine…I froze trying to suck in a breath.
 
His eyes locked in mine; I felt his thumb run
along my jaw line stopping under my chin.

Holding my breath, he tilted my head up and in a tremble,
he lowered his lips. Closing my eyes, I was in shock. His lips on my chin down
my neck.

I finally released my burning lungs.

“Shit!” I breathed out in a whisper.

His mouth moved to the side of my neck then nipped at my
ear.

“I want
you.
” he whispered, his
hand moved to my ass cupping it at the center forcing me completely into his
arousal, that was hitting me hard and tight at my abdomen.
 
Raising my leg around his, I pressed a little
closer, as our bodies moved to the music.

I could feel his finger fall just below my dress, pressing
at my center.
 
The slow rub, had me
completely undone, about to fully surrender.
 
Pressed into his hold, I
couldn’t
move away, even if I tried.
 
My forehead
fell to his chest and my breathing quickened.

“You are so tempting…I want to explore every part of you
Lillian,” he rasped seductively into my ear, his breath tantalizing and hot on
my skin.

“I can’t” I labored, trying to maintain some type of
composure.

“You can!” he commanded in a seductive voice.

“No!” the word came out so weak and unconvincing even to
me.

“Let go Lillian…say yes,” his lips returned to my neck
teasing me and his slow rub was now working me over.

Oh, lord I was about to cum…right here on the dance floor.