Pamela Yaye - Seduced by Mr. Right

“Let’s head upstairs,” he proposed, gesturing to the second floor with a flick of his head. “It’s crowded down here, and I want us to have some privacy.”

Her eyes brightened, and a bashful smile claimed her lips. Emilio envisioned kissing her, but struck the thought from his mind. She was his manager’s girl, and although he was attracted to her, he’d never do anything to screw over his longtime friend.

“Y-y-you’re on a date?” Ginger stammered, her voice an earsplitting squeak. A horrified expression covered her face. “I thought you were alone.”

“See you around. Take care.”

Ginger slid in front of him, thwarting his escape. “If you’re free later, maybe you can meet up with me and Francesca at Magic City. We’re going club hopping with some out-of-town friends, and we’re planning to party the night away.”

Emilio glared at her. “My sister doesn’t go to strip clubs.”

“Okay,” she shot back, with a knowing smirk. “If you say so!”

Disgusted, he strode out of the lounge with Sharleen at his side. Ginger was a bad influence on his twenty-five-year-old sister, and as he marched past the open kitchen, he made a mental note to talk to Francesca about finding another roommate. Or better yet, moving back into his estate. The thought heartened him, lifted his spirits. He missed seeing his sister every day and liked the idea of her living under his roof again. Francesca was still struggling to cope with the loss of Lucca, but partying with a wild crowd wasn’t the answer.

Do you blame her? Her only child died, his conscience shot back. And you’re a fine one to talk. Had your daily dose of scotch today?

“I don’t see anyone upstairs. I hope we don’t get into trouble for seating ourselves.”

Emilio surfaced from his thoughts. “Don’t worry. I’ve got this.”

“Are you sure we won’t get in trouble with management?”

“I’m positive. Cross my heart and hope to die.”

Sharleen burst out laughing, and his chest puffed up with pride. He felt fired up, happier than a kid at SeaWorld.

“Everyone’s staring at us,” she whispered, a note of anxiety in her voice. “But I guess you’re used to it, being a world-famous race-car driver and all.”

“They’re not staring at me.” Emilio fixed his gaze on hers and spoke from the heart. “You’re a light, Sharleen, and they’re floored by your inner and outer beauty. You’re the prettiest woman in the room, and everyone knows it.”

Her eyes revealed nothing, but her lips held a shy smile. As they exited the main floor lounge, Emilio caught the envious glares of the other male patrons and tightened his hold around her waist. “Leave everything to me. I know what I’m doing.”

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