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of the glass when he felt a hand on his back and found himself staring face to face to one of the few who had made it through to the finale with him and Vivica. Grant was shocked to realize he didn’t know who else was in the running for the title.
    “Hey,” the man said, smiling seductively at him. “How’s it going, gorgeous?”
    Grant cringed. Wow. He didn’t know what he felt more uneasy about, that someone would use something so cliché to hit on him, or that he had used the very same line on Vivica.
    “Hey you.” Grant smiled, subtly stepping away from him and taking a sip of his drink.
    “Been watching you perform,” she said, her tone sultry, taking half a step forward again.
    “Can’t return the compliment, sadly.” Grant felt a bit bad, because she was indeed gorgeous. Perfect features, like most Miami women, but she was too slim with too much make up. She wasn’t Vivica. Period. “I’m not interested.”
    The woman’s sultry looks disappeared and disdain replaced it. Grant had to chuckle. Now that was familiar. The woman walked off, and that’s when Grant saw her. It was the first time Vivica and Grant had even crossed glances in the past week, and her deep brown eyes looked inscrutable. It made Grant a bit uneasy, but he still gave him a small smile and a wave and made himself turn away first, even though he was aware of her eyes on his back. He couldn’t back down now. If his stupidly cunning plan was going to work, he needed to keep his cool.
    Thankfully, it was almost time for Vivica to walk on stage. This round, Tasha had pulled their names out of an empty cocktail glass, and Grant was going to go last. Which suited him, because he didn’t think his nerves could have coped otherwise. It was one thing was to have his cunning plan fail, an entirely different thing to have it fail in front of every single patron Casa Blanca ever held.
    Vivica’s performance was flawless and hot enough that Grant thought it prudent to grab a drink of water from the bar before going on stage himself. Zenobia winked at him and squeezed his wrist reassuringly as she handed him his glass of ice and wished him luck.
    “Thanks,” Grant croaked as he downed his glass, his heart racing uncomfortably in his ribcage.
    “She’s watching you,” Zenobia said with a wink as she pulled back, pretending to wipe the bar while Wes pretended he wasn’t looking at her ass as she bent over. “Just… do what you want to do, and that’ll be the end of it.”
    Yeah, easy for you to say.
    Grant nodded and finished his water as Tasha walked on stage to a deafening roar.
    “And now… be prepared for the closing act… I give you our last contestant in the running for Casa Blanca's Summer Bombshell. Give it up for Grant!”
    Grant walked out on stage with a confident smile, his leather and feather-clad suit shining under the dimming lights. He took the center of the stage, hands on his hips, and waited.
    But if I had you, that would be the only thing I would ever need…
    This time, he looked around, and this time, he found Vivica not backstage, but first row. A little to the side, still hidden enough not to be conspicuous, but she was there. Grant hoped it meant what he thought it meant, and started unbuttoning his shirt, sensually moving in time with the disco song, feeling the lyrics not only around him, but inside of him, believing that what they meant, this time, was real.
    He didn’t know if he was in love with Vivica—that was a bit too much and Grant didn’t like to think about it. But he knew that she was the only person in his life that made him stop and rethink his routine. And well, even if nothing happened… maybe it would still be worth it. Not that Grant would be okay with nothing happening. Far from it. It would probably hurt a little more than he cared to admit, but he would at least respect it, and know, intimately, that he’d done everything he could to make her stop and take notice. And even if he