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to me on stage!” Luna exclaimed, clamping her arms around his shoulders, where he was trying to pry her off.
“Really, man,” Steven added, stepping closer to them, and cutting Tess completely out of the loop. Steven’s hand grabbed Vincent's shoulder as Luna practically humped Vincent. “This will bring you, your tribe, and the casino in some serious cash. You’d be a fool not to give it a listen.” Vincent jerked Steven’s hand off.
Tess looked at Luna’s five-inch gold heels, up her long legs encased in white skin-tight leather pants, baring her slender midriff with a huge diamond belly-button stud. Rising up to her designer cropped, shimmering tee with waves of blond hair falling to her ass. Luna’s face was the picture of perfect skin, lips, and eyes that were all pleading with Vincent.
This was what her husband was fucking! Tess turned away with her hand clenched to her belly. She wanted to double over as she took a trembling breath.
“Sam!” Vincent’s rough voice startled Tess out of her near breakdown. “Take Mrs. Navarro to the wedding setup in the Plains Room.”
Tess raised her eyes, which had to look just exactly like they were on the verge of tears because they were, and she saw a tall, heavily built, muscular man of obvious Indian heritage walk toward her. He gently grasped her elbow. Sam had his long hair in a ponytail down his back, caught by a beaded tie, and he was the second most handsome Indian she’d ever seen.
Her husband grabbed her other arm in a brief aside. The minute he touched her, she cringed. “Need some money. This is big—you got to see that now.” Steven grabbed her purse, yanking it off her shoulder, opening it and pulling out her wallet.
Sam kind of growled at her side, but by that time Steven had taken all her cash and thrust her purse back at her. “I’ll get you tickets to the show. You’ll see,” Steven muttered, turning away.
All this happened while Luna bubbled with “you should have seen me do this or thats.” She never once acknowledged her “agent’s” wife, as if Tess were a bug.
Gentle pressure curled over Tess’ elbow and she clutched her purse, blindly letting Sam guide her away. It wasn’t until thirty minutes later when she was trying to Zen into her flower arrangements, and therefore she was calmer, that she winced thinking she’d left Vincent to deal with those two parasites.
SEVEN/ THERE’S PLAYING GAMES, THEN THERE’S REAL.
V incent finally got Luna to unclamp him and stop groping his body. She was a leech when she wanted something, and he had no fucking desire to give her anything. Except if he did, it could play into his plans. He saw her fuck buddy, Navarro, was getting very unhappy at how she was throwing herself at her husband.
He liked that part. But not enough to put up with the sick feeling he got when Luna touched him. As soon as she heard he might give her what she wanted, she stopped mauling him and rolled back to Navarro’s side.
“I’ll give you one night. You fucking get a standing O, you get another night,” Vincent uttered, glaring in her insidious, beautiful green eyes.
Her gaze turned shrewder. “Darling, I’ll need a fabulous outfit, like a rocker queen. Like Cher. So hot and tight, it will make you hard just looking at it.”
Never happen. Him getting hard over her, ever again. To her, he said, before she could sicken him more with her wheedling, “I’m not the planner. You get with Sam and you fucking stay out of my ear or no go.”
She pouted, while hanging on to Navarro, who Vincent swore groped her ass from behind. That nearly launched him at the bastard. Navarro had a body and he had looks, but he’d never last a minute because he had no balls like a man hanging on to a beautiful woman should have. Still, he didn’t care it was Luna that Navarro was groping, he cared that the bastard thought he could do it in front of him. Any caring he had for Luna she had wrung out of him long
“Really, man,” Steven added, stepping closer to them, and cutting Tess completely out of the loop. Steven’s hand grabbed Vincent's shoulder as Luna practically humped Vincent. “This will bring you, your tribe, and the casino in some serious cash. You’d be a fool not to give it a listen.” Vincent jerked Steven’s hand off.
Tess looked at Luna’s five-inch gold heels, up her long legs encased in white skin-tight leather pants, baring her slender midriff with a huge diamond belly-button stud. Rising up to her designer cropped, shimmering tee with waves of blond hair falling to her ass. Luna’s face was the picture of perfect skin, lips, and eyes that were all pleading with Vincent.
This was what her husband was fucking! Tess turned away with her hand clenched to her belly. She wanted to double over as she took a trembling breath.
“Sam!” Vincent’s rough voice startled Tess out of her near breakdown. “Take Mrs. Navarro to the wedding setup in the Plains Room.”
Tess raised her eyes, which had to look just exactly like they were on the verge of tears because they were, and she saw a tall, heavily built, muscular man of obvious Indian heritage walk toward her. He gently grasped her elbow. Sam had his long hair in a ponytail down his back, caught by a beaded tie, and he was the second most handsome Indian she’d ever seen.
Her husband grabbed her other arm in a brief aside. The minute he touched her, she cringed. “Need some money. This is big—you got to see that now.” Steven grabbed her purse, yanking it off her shoulder, opening it and pulling out her wallet.
Sam kind of growled at her side, but by that time Steven had taken all her cash and thrust her purse back at her. “I’ll get you tickets to the show. You’ll see,” Steven muttered, turning away.
All this happened while Luna bubbled with “you should have seen me do this or thats.” She never once acknowledged her “agent’s” wife, as if Tess were a bug.
Gentle pressure curled over Tess’ elbow and she clutched her purse, blindly letting Sam guide her away. It wasn’t until thirty minutes later when she was trying to Zen into her flower arrangements, and therefore she was calmer, that she winced thinking she’d left Vincent to deal with those two parasites.
SEVEN/ THERE’S PLAYING GAMES, THEN THERE’S REAL.
V incent finally got Luna to unclamp him and stop groping his body. She was a leech when she wanted something, and he had no fucking desire to give her anything. Except if he did, it could play into his plans. He saw her fuck buddy, Navarro, was getting very unhappy at how she was throwing herself at her husband.
He liked that part. But not enough to put up with the sick feeling he got when Luna touched him. As soon as she heard he might give her what she wanted, she stopped mauling him and rolled back to Navarro’s side.
“I’ll give you one night. You fucking get a standing O, you get another night,” Vincent uttered, glaring in her insidious, beautiful green eyes.
Her gaze turned shrewder. “Darling, I’ll need a fabulous outfit, like a rocker queen. Like Cher. So hot and tight, it will make you hard just looking at it.”
Never happen. Him getting hard over her, ever again. To her, he said, before she could sicken him more with her wheedling, “I’m not the planner. You get with Sam and you fucking stay out of my ear or no go.”
She pouted, while hanging on to Navarro, who Vincent swore groped her ass from behind. That nearly launched him at the bastard. Navarro had a body and he had looks, but he’d never last a minute because he had no balls like a man hanging on to a beautiful woman should have. Still, he didn’t care it was Luna that Navarro was groping, he cared that the bastard thought he could do it in front of him. Any caring he had for Luna she had wrung out of him long
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