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The Sextet - Entanglements [The Sextet Anthology, Volume 4] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) by Cheryl Brooks, Mellanie Szereto, Bethany Michaels, Elizabeth Raines, Niki Hayes, Morgan Annie Page B
Authors: Cheryl Brooks, Mellanie Szereto, Bethany Michaels, Elizabeth Raines, Niki Hayes, Morgan Annie
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Hannah said. “It’s my favorite.” Hannah twisted to better see the small tear in the fabric.
Marcus eyed the low-cut bodice of her rhinestone leotard and the significant amount of cleavage that mounded over the top. “Mine, too.”
“Funny.” Marcus had never made any inappropriate moves, despite his incessant teasing. “I don’t think your girlfriend would enjoy hearing you say that.”
Marcus wiped a trickle of sweat off his forehead with his sleeve. “She wouldn’t care. She dumped me.”
Hannah couldn’t help the small tremor of hope that welled up inside of her. She quickly quashed it and tried to look sorry. Despite Hannah’s best efforts to drop subtle and not-so-subtle hints, Marcus had never once touched her except as part of the act. They had become friends and confidants to a degree, but there was an invisible line between them that Hannah dared not cross, no matter how much she might fantasize about throwing caution to the wind and showing up at his penthouse suite in nothing but a smile. But Marcus, and her friendship with him, had become too important to risk for one night of torrid sex. No matter how good it might be. Besides, there was always another woman in the picture.
“I thought she was in Maui doing the swimsuit calendar.”
“She is. She texted me right before the show.”
“She broke up with you in a text?”
Marcus nodded and pulled his phone out of his pocket. “See?”
Hannah leaned in to read the short message:
Not wrkng 4 me. Sorry babie.
“She misspelled ‘baby,’” Hannah pointed out, though she supposed Marcus had not dated the leggy blonde supermodel for her spelling-bee potential. “Or was that supposed to be ‘babe’?”
“No idea. She could spell ‘Carolina Herrera’ and ‘Tagliapietra’ well enough. I have the credit-card statements to prove it.”
“She came to your show with a backstage pass and wasn’t wearing panties. What did you expect she wanted from you? Besides your magic wand.”
Marcus didn’t seem to be too torn up but didn’t look happy either. He was in rut with the same old shallow, short-term relationships with women who respected him for nothing more than his checkbook and his VIP status. He needed a woman who knew what his shirt size was and what he liked on his double-deluxe bacon cheeseburger. A woman who knew he often worked until sunrise perfecting a new illusion and how much taking care of his staff and pleasing his audiences meant to him.
“Look, I’m sorry MeLindah broke up with you—”
“Mella’nee. MeLindah was the other blonde.”
“Whatever. My point is, you’re hooking up with the wrong women.” Hannah felt Dr. Phil-smug and crossed her arms over her chest to make a point.
“Really?” Marcus looked at her with that arresting stare of his.
Magnificent robin’s-egg blue irises ringed in indigo shone bright and seductive beneath black lashes. His round, underwear-model ass, dark hair, and full mouth only added to the image that had made Hannah a Gold Club Member of her favorite online adult-toy store.
“And exactly what kind of women should I be hooking up with?”
Hannah’s mouth went dry, and her Dr. Phil moment was over, the sassy comeback frozen on her tongue. She knew he wasn’t interested in her like that. As a friend, maybe, but she wasn’t his type as far as girlfriends went. But the way he looked at her sometimes was so intimate it gave the illusion that maybe there was something else there, just beneath the surface, if only Marcus or she was brave enough to reach for it.
“I…”
“Hey, boss. You want this stuff back in the cage since tomorrow’s your off day?”
Marcus tore his gaze from Hannah’s to look at the beefy crewman. Perspiration stains ringed the black cotton T-shirt around his armpits and a made wet line down the front.
“What are you doing tomorrow night?”
Coming from any other guy, Hannah would assume the question was meant to be an invitation to go out on
Marcus eyed the low-cut bodice of her rhinestone leotard and the significant amount of cleavage that mounded over the top. “Mine, too.”
“Funny.” Marcus had never made any inappropriate moves, despite his incessant teasing. “I don’t think your girlfriend would enjoy hearing you say that.”
Marcus wiped a trickle of sweat off his forehead with his sleeve. “She wouldn’t care. She dumped me.”
Hannah couldn’t help the small tremor of hope that welled up inside of her. She quickly quashed it and tried to look sorry. Despite Hannah’s best efforts to drop subtle and not-so-subtle hints, Marcus had never once touched her except as part of the act. They had become friends and confidants to a degree, but there was an invisible line between them that Hannah dared not cross, no matter how much she might fantasize about throwing caution to the wind and showing up at his penthouse suite in nothing but a smile. But Marcus, and her friendship with him, had become too important to risk for one night of torrid sex. No matter how good it might be. Besides, there was always another woman in the picture.
“I thought she was in Maui doing the swimsuit calendar.”
“She is. She texted me right before the show.”
“She broke up with you in a text?”
Marcus nodded and pulled his phone out of his pocket. “See?”
Hannah leaned in to read the short message:
Not wrkng 4 me. Sorry babie.
“She misspelled ‘baby,’” Hannah pointed out, though she supposed Marcus had not dated the leggy blonde supermodel for her spelling-bee potential. “Or was that supposed to be ‘babe’?”
“No idea. She could spell ‘Carolina Herrera’ and ‘Tagliapietra’ well enough. I have the credit-card statements to prove it.”
“She came to your show with a backstage pass and wasn’t wearing panties. What did you expect she wanted from you? Besides your magic wand.”
Marcus didn’t seem to be too torn up but didn’t look happy either. He was in rut with the same old shallow, short-term relationships with women who respected him for nothing more than his checkbook and his VIP status. He needed a woman who knew what his shirt size was and what he liked on his double-deluxe bacon cheeseburger. A woman who knew he often worked until sunrise perfecting a new illusion and how much taking care of his staff and pleasing his audiences meant to him.
“Look, I’m sorry MeLindah broke up with you—”
“Mella’nee. MeLindah was the other blonde.”
“Whatever. My point is, you’re hooking up with the wrong women.” Hannah felt Dr. Phil-smug and crossed her arms over her chest to make a point.
“Really?” Marcus looked at her with that arresting stare of his.
Magnificent robin’s-egg blue irises ringed in indigo shone bright and seductive beneath black lashes. His round, underwear-model ass, dark hair, and full mouth only added to the image that had made Hannah a Gold Club Member of her favorite online adult-toy store.
“And exactly what kind of women should I be hooking up with?”
Hannah’s mouth went dry, and her Dr. Phil moment was over, the sassy comeback frozen on her tongue. She knew he wasn’t interested in her like that. As a friend, maybe, but she wasn’t his type as far as girlfriends went. But the way he looked at her sometimes was so intimate it gave the illusion that maybe there was something else there, just beneath the surface, if only Marcus or she was brave enough to reach for it.
“I…”
“Hey, boss. You want this stuff back in the cage since tomorrow’s your off day?”
Marcus tore his gaze from Hannah’s to look at the beefy crewman. Perspiration stains ringed the black cotton T-shirt around his armpits and a made wet line down the front.
“What are you doing tomorrow night?”
Coming from any other guy, Hannah would assume the question was meant to be an invitation to go out on
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