He looked back at me, barely noticing Sparkle. Geez. That never happened.
“I’m not your lawyer, Brade,” I said with a smile.
“Oh, right. Well, whatever you are, you’re straightening out my legal matters. I appreciate that.”
He really didn’t need to thank me. I’m sure he was paying out the nose for my firm’s services.
“You’re very welcome, and thank you for inviting my sister and me.”
“Always glad to have a couple beautiful women come see the show.”
Just then a guy turned up next to him.
Shit, he had a twin?
“Ladies, this is my brother Penn.”
I couldn’t stop looking back and forth between the two. How was it the universe made two of the same perfect creatures?
Penn broke into a smile with a couple of the deepest dimples I’d ever seen. Brade had only gotten one, but it looked like his brother had cleaned up.
And Spark was a sucker for dimples.
“Nice to meet you both. Sisters, I guess?”
Sparkle giggled like a maniac. I’d have to talk to her about that later.
“Yup, we’re sisters. I’m the fun one, and Maizy here is the brainy one,” she announced.
Christ, why didn’t she just say I was an ugly old maid virgin? What a shit. Heat crept up over my face, starting at my neck. My fingers crossed that in the dark, it would not be noticeable.
Note to self: kill sister later.
“Penn, I’ve never been to this club. Want to show me around a bit?” Sparkle asked in what I called her fuck me voice.
Bitch was deserting me. I’d get her later.
They wandered off, Sparkle’s hand holding the crook of Penn’s elbow. Wait ‘til he found out she had a pet rat.
That left Brade and me. He pushed his fingers back through his hair and looked at the stage.
“Hey, I gotta finish setting up. Want to come backstage and hang out?” he asked.
Holy shit. Um, yeah.
“I’d love to. But before you turn around, there seems to be a fan behind you. A big fan. She looks like she wants to eat you,” I whispered.
“Shit. That happens from time to time. Will you help me?”
Huh? “Um, yeah. I guess.”
His lips were suddenly on mine, and damn if I didn’t almost fall over from the thrill. He grasped the back of my head enough to let me feel his power, but not enough to make me feel like I couldn’t tell him to go to hell.
I wasn’t about to tell him to go to hell in case you were wondering.
He pulled back from our kiss—dammit—and pulled me to him with an arm tight around my shoulders. We started walking toward the stage, his gaze on the floor so he could politely ignore anyone looking at him.
So that was how they did it.