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However while on ‘tour’ with Eve, Shakira had seen too many people – including her mother – do stupid things because of alcohol. It’d cured her of any need to experiment.
    “Water then?” Nathan asked. She nodded.
    The both turned back towards the bar while Nathan sidled beside her. Shakira was intensely aware of his possessive hold still around her waist and the brush of his body against hers. It was innocent enough but her body wasn’t acting in the least bit innocent.
    Heat zipped its way up and down her body pooling at the base of her stomach, the fabric of her dress pricked against her aroused nipples and her pussy contracted hungrily each time his fingers grazed her back.
    Shakira would’ve liked to say that her reaction was because of her prolonged and forced abstinence. But that would be lying. She and London had come in here with London’s four male band-mates and none of them had inspired any sort of sexual awareness – and it wasn’t for lack of trying. In fact when the DJ had called her name she’d been relieved at the respite from the onslaught of salacious offers.
    This was all Nathan.
    There was just something about the man that had her body humming and aching for a long and erotic toss between the sheets.
    When the bartender handed her the water, Shakira turned back towards the club to watch for whoever it was who’d called her here determined to ignore Nathan and her body’s reaction to him. She didn’t succeed. She could feel the heat of his gaze on her, watching and measuring as he accepted a shot from the bartender.
    She snuck a glance at him just as he tipped the shot to his mouth. His lips were mesmerizing as was the pulsing movement of his throat as he swallowed the drink. The moment he caught her looking, she shifted her eyes away just in time to see London closely trailed by Enzo pushing her way past the crowd.
    The black thigh-length dress that clung to London’s petite frame should’ve been sedate but when had her friend ever been sedate? She’d cut a narrow oval into the fabric that started between her breasts and stopped just above the v of her thighs. She’d complimented the dress with striking purple heels to match the multicolored highlights in her hair. It was no wonder men’s eyes – and some women’s- followed the pint-sized femme fatale. Enzo kept a possessive arm around her shoulder and threw them ‘keep off’ looks.
    Enzo dwarfed London by almost a foot. With his wiry beanpole build, shock of midnight hair, pale features and penchant for black clothes, Shakira wasn’t surprised that he’d auditioned for Edward’s part in the Broadway version of Twilight – and almost made it. It was too bad he had a mega-crush on London because London was no Bella and thought of him as only a friend.
    London’s eyes widened the closer she got, swinging between Shakira and Nathan. She sidled closer to Shakira with a smile as she commented, “I see you found him.”
    “No.” Shakira shook her head. “He’s not the one who called me.”
    London bumped her shoulder and motioned with her eyes towards Nathan. The message was clear. Introduce me . Shakira leant closer to Nathan as she introduced him to London and Enzo.
    While Nathan ordered drinks for the new comers, London’s gaze dropped to Nathan’s hand on Shakira’s waist. Her eyes lit up with mischief as her mouth widened into an ‘oh’. Shakira rolled her eyes. She probably should’ve chucked Nathan’s hand away, but she didn’t want to. Her body was enjoying the slight touch too much.
    After a couple of minutes later, the group gave up on the wait for whoever had called Shakira. To Shakira’s surprise, Nathan followed them as they made their way back to the rest of their company. She thought for sure he’d be uncomfortable – what with him being a celebrity and London’s band-mates being unabashed Goths – but strangely he fit right in.
    At first wariness oozed off the other four men at the table, but