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it will be Giselle, though, not me.
    “Wait a minute…” Giselle pulls out her phone and takes a picture of the gorgeous man. It’s a side view, but surprisingly a clear picture. “Oh, my God, do you know who that is?”
    I look at the picture again, trying to place his looks. Nothing rings a bell, so I shake my head.
    Shelby pulls the phone closer to her face and examines the picture. She swipes her thumb and index finger across the screen, expanding the image. “Are you kidding me? Is that really him?”
    I look at the expanded picture and nothing comes to mind. “Who the hell is he? A celebrity?”
    “You idiot,” Shelby snaps. I immediately try to talk myself out of smacking her again. “That’s Jason fucking Cain.” I give her a look that requests more details. “Jesus, you need to get out more. Jason Cain owns this club. He is elusive, yet known to seduce women by a single look. He’s rich as fuck, and anytime he’s spotted out of his castle,”—Shelby points to the mirrors above the bar, directly across the way from the upper level VIP section where we’ve been the last couple of hours—“he’s supposedly on the prowl, looking for his latest conquest.” 
    “He was staring at Mariah when I came over here. Like, full blown, panty-dropping staring at her,” Giselle says. My dormant libido finally wakes up to join the party. “You should go talk to him.”
    “Hell, no! He could have been looking at someone down there.” I point to the dance floor and turn my back. I can’t look his way anymore. “And besides, why the hell would he be looking at me? He probably wants to get into your pants. You’re more his style, anyway,” I say to Giselle and feel a little wounded knowing that’s probably what’s going on.
    The others turn around and Shelby immediately gets in my face. She slams her hands onto her hips, looking like she wants to go a little crazy on me. Basically, she’s gearing up to chew my ass. I roll my eyes and stand tall, knowing this is going to ruin my night.
    “You need to stop that fucking shit right now! You are pretty and smart and funny as hell and overall a great person. Stop saying you’re not. Nobody likes to listen to whiners, and if you say anything more, I’m going to vagina tap you.”
    “At least it will get some action,” I snap back and then burst out laughing, causing Shelby to laugh along with me.
    We all turn around and find that Jason Cain is still behind the bar, looking this way again. I really look at him, capturing his sight to my memory. He’s tall; has short, dark brown hair; blazing black eyes; full, very kissable lips; and his skin is richly tan—very natural looking, not fake. When he raises his arm, I get a look at his hand and immediately want to feel it on me. It looks strong and commanding. I want to feel his hands under my dress, on my breasts overtaking me.
    I take a long guzzle of my beer, draining it, trying to defuse the lustful heat growing under my skin. My breath is slipping as I noticeably gawk at this beautiful man. Then it finally registers what he’s doing.
    With his long finger, he’s motioning me to come over, the smallest smirk rising from the corner of his mouth. What the fuck? This has to be a mistake, right? He’s got to want someone else.
    I look to my friends and see Shelby’s hand pointing over my head. I swat it away and give her a nasty glare, but when my eyes connect with his again, he is nodding yes.
    What the fuck?
    “Go, Mariah!” Shelby tugs on my arm, completely overwhelming me. “You have to meet him! G O !”
    “And do what, Shelby?” I snap back.
    “Whatever he wants! That is Jason Cain, self-made millionaire and one of Miami’s hottest bachelors. If you don’t take this opportunity, you’ll regret it your entire life. Walk over to him and do whatever he desires. If he wants a blowjob, then drop to your knees and suck on his cock. If he wants you to strip for him, then do it and don’t think