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hard, finally freeing myself of his lips.
                  “Bentley. Stop.” I say, so breathless my words barely register through the music. “I have to go.” I stutter out, relief flooding through my body when he doesn't resist and lets me stand.
                  “I'm sorry.” I say, backing away and spinning around, exiting the room as quickly as I can, before taking off down the hallway and through the club before finally making it backstage. Ducking into my dressing room, I shut the door and slide the lock in place, pushing my back against the hard wood trying to steady my breathing.
                  What the hell was that? And why the hell did I let it happen? I can't explain or excuse my actions, but as I reach up and brush my fingers across my swollen lower lip, I also can't bring myself to regret it either.
     

 
     
     
     
    Chapter Four
     
     
     
     
     
                  “Logan.” Josh's voice comes filtering into my room just moments later, followed by a faint knock against my door. “You in there?” He phrases his question like he doesn't already know the answer even though I know he does.
                  “Yeah, I'm just changing.” I holler back, quickly peeling out of my polka dot cami and boy shorts before stepping into my regular black bra and panties.
                  “Can I come in?” He asks, his voice low.
                  I don't want to let him in. Hell, I don't want to see anyone right now. But most of all, I don't want to see him. One look at me and he will know what I was up to. What I almost did with his boss. Looking in the mirror, I notice immediately that my cheeks are extremely flushed and my green eyes are much brighter than usual.
                  “Calm down.” I say softly to my reflection, taking a deep inhale. “Yeah, hang on.” I call back to Josh, grabbing my black silk robe from my vanity chair and slipping it around my shoulders before making my way to the door.
                  The minute the lock slides and the knob turns, Josh hurries inside, shutting the door behind him. Turning back towards my vanity, I grab my brush and begin working out the massive tangles that have developed in my thick hair over the course of the night. I jump when Josh approaches me from behind and rests his hands on my shoulders.
                  “You okay?” He asks, meeting my eyes in the mirror.
                  “Fine.” I say, sitting my brush down and turning to face him. “What's up?” I ask, running my hand down the button closure of his black shirt, trying my damnedest to seem completely normal, even though I feel anything but.
                  “I saw you practically run in here. I just wanted to make sure everything was okay.” He says, his brown eyes narrowing on me.
                  “Everything is fine.” I say on a shrug. “I just needed to get the hell out of that cami.” I lie, pointing to the material on the floor. “The under wire was squeezing me funny.” More lies.
                  “Didn't they fit you before you wore it?” He asks, turning his gaze back towards me. I guess I should have thought about the fact that we are fitted and sized for every outfit we wear before I decided to fake a wardrobe issue.
                  “Yeah, it fits fine. Just wearing it all night started to get uncomfortable.” I silently curse myself for not only lying, but for lying so badly.
                  “You sure that's it?” He asks, running his hands down my arms and then back up, coming to a stop just at the base of my neck. He trails his thumb up along my windpipe and then back down, skirting across my collar bone.
                  I am not in the mood for this right now but honestly, I know that denying him will raise some definite red flags. I am always up for sex.