Tempting Me: A Bad Boy Romance

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body and appearance.
    I shake it off, and head back home. There will be more women than I can count fixated on my every movement tonight. All those ladies screaming my name will bring an end to this feeling of unease.
    When I get back to the apartment, I crank up the music and strip off my running clothes. I am still slick with sweat from the run and am primed to work on some new moves for tonight. The ladies that are at the club are going to experience a whole new Ryan Temptation.
    I told Mickey yesterday to ramp up the marketing because I would be doing a new performance. I want the ladies to come to the club with the express purpose of seeing me dance. I had already talked it over with some of the guys and they are game to do a warm-up act for me that will have the ladies writhing in their seats, and then roll perfectly into my performance. Tonight, I am going to bring one lucky lady up on stage with me and take it to a whole new level.
    I am fired up when I arrive at the club and see how packed it is. Mickey really pulled out all the stops. I can hear my name being batted about at some of the tables. It is a direct stroke to my ego and it feels good to be the object of so much admiration and lust.
    My warm-up guys, John and Cole, are about to head out on stage and the hum of excitement heightens and ripples through the crowd.
    “Temptation, my man, the ladies are going to eat you alive tonight,” John, one of my guys, tells me.
    “Yea, especially after we get them hot for you. You’ll be able to knock them down with a couple of quick thrusts when we’re done performing,” Cole says.
    “If that were the case, you’d be headlining,” I reply.
    All this talk is for the most part good-natured and it helps us get worked up for the show. It’s like a sales guy repeating affirmations in the mirror before hitting the lot with the intention to sell the most expensive car. But dancers give each other shit instead of affirmations, so you go out there with something to prove. Tonight I have something to prove to myself. I need to see that I am back to normal and that I have gotten my feelings toward Aria out of my system.
    The lights go down and cheers erupt. It’s so loud that Mickey has to wait forever before he can be heard over the audience, even with his microphone.
    “Ladies, I want to thank you all for coming out tonight to Mantropolis .”
    The women start yelling and whistling again.
    “Are you ready to be wowed, to be tantalized, to be aroused by the man of your dreams?”
    Mickey is working them to a fever pitch.
    “Ladies, I need you to calm down. I don’t want to have to call 9-1-1.”
    A hush falls over the crowd.
    “Here he is, the one, the only, Ryan Temptation”
    The ladies chant my name, “Ryan, Ryan, Ryan,” the music goes on, and I hit the stage. I feel the groove immediately. The women are still chanting and money is raining onto the ground at me feet. I peel off my shirt and reveal my sculpted and tan chest. My fans respond accordingly. I survey the audience, looking for the perfect woman to pull up on stage. And there she is, the perfect woman, and the last person I want to see.
    Aria is here at the club, and she is working behind the bar. Is this some kind of sick joke she and Theresa are playing on me?
    I don’t know if I’m more surprised by her being here or that she is working a bar. The din of the women shouting for me has receded to a dull roar in the background. Then those haunting blue eyes meet mine across the crowded club and I know I am lost. I don’t even hear the music I am dancing to anymore. I am so distracted that I know I won’t be pulling an audience member up onto the stage. How can I pretend to make love to another woman, when the woman of my dreams is mere feet away and watching me?
    For the first time in my career, I don’t want to be up here performing. All I want is to get off the stage and find out what the hell she is doing here.
    Theresa definitely has

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