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way, catching the dark atmosphere of the club and reflecting it back. It was moody inside, the black walls reflecting dim green beams of light.  
    He craned his neck down and brought his lips dangerously close to my ear. I knew he had done it so that I could hear him better, but the side effects were making me feel warm, jello-like.  
    “Glad you could make it.” His breath carried over my ear lobe, caressing my neck. I could smell his designer cologne, making me wish I could just bottle him up. Take him out whenever I needed to feel this hot.
    “Wouldn’t have missed it,” I said back, my voice raised over the music. I returned his smile, feeling like Alexander could be very dangerous. He had the power to step aside most boundaries, I could already sense it.
    “Let’s go to the back room.” He grabbed my hand and lead me past the stage that faced outwards towards the waiting crowd, dancing and talking and drinking amongst themselves now. I bumped into someone, spilling their Long Island onto the floor.
    “I’m so sorry,” I called behind me. Alexander hadn’t noticed the mishap so he kept walking, pulling me behind him now. I sped up a bit just as we walked through an onyx black door guarded by a herculean bodyguard. Alexander just tipped his head and the doors opened, revealing a dimly lit dressing room that could have easily passed as a rockstars living room. The couch was a velvety red that melted right into the shape of my figure.
    Alexander sunk down next to me, wrapping a hand around my shoulder. I could smell the gin on his lips, the pre-show ritual drink I’m sure he had. I could see how the night was affecting him, it was beginning to affect me in just the same way.  
    “It’s crazy outside,” I said, able to talk at a more reasonable volume now. I could feel his hand on my shoulder, his muscular forearm giving me a good place to lean my head.
    “And the show’s going to get even crazier.” His eyes glowed, the deep blue orbs seemed to have a life of their own. “This is my first sold out show.”  
    I could see him savor the words, taking them in for possibly the first time. It was like knowing you had won the lottery, but not realizing it, truly realizing it, until the money is in your bank account. That’s   only how amazing I could imagine that scenario being.
    His hand wrapped around me a little tighter, drawing me closer into him.
    “That’s incredible!” My hand found itself on his thigh, feeling the strong muscle underneath his tight jeans. My fingers scratched gently at the fabric, getting lost in this dream, in his eyes, his lips.
    Oh no, no. This is going so fast. Am I even ready?
    Alexander was going to disarm me completely.
    The music playing outside of our secluded rockers paradise drifted in through the bottom of the door. “Do you want anything to drink?” He got up and walked over to a countertop off in the corner, stocked with top shelf liquor and mixers.  
    “No thanks,” I said, hoping he wouldn’t pressure the situation anymore.  
    “You sure? I make a mean Zombie.”
    Of course he would be able to make one of the strongest drinks around.
    “No, I’m ok. Thanks though.” I felt myself melting even further into the couch. I brought my legs up and leaned on the armrest, admiring Alexander’s back as he grabbed a tumbler.  
    “Shirley Temple then.”
    “I’ll take it.” He worked his magic, mixing the drinks with ease and coming back to the couch in probably less than a minute. His arm hung lazily off the other end of the couch, not a care in the world. If he was nervous about tonight’s show, he certainly didn’t show it.
    “You look beautiful tonight,” he said, taking a sip out of his amber drink, dim red lights around us casting an intoxicating spell all over.  
    “Thanks,” I managed to say. It was becoming harder and harder trying to put together cohesive sentences. His voice was becoming predatory, as in the hottest predator that ever