Bradley's Whistle (P.ornstars of Romance #2) by Kirsty Dallas

Author:Kirsty Dallas [Dallas, Kirsty]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781516366903
Amazon: B013M4YQ2S
Publisher: Kirsty Dallas
Published: 2015-07-31T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 14

Wiska

All the dancing around me had me shifting with pent up energy. My need to join in was a demanding force, so in typical Wiska fashion, I found the manager and flirted shamelessly until he finally relented. Actually, the flirting hadn’t even come close to breaking him, but dropping the name Bradley Emerson had him snapping to attention. The slightly wacky looking DJ, Nile, had promised to hook me up with some music I could strut to, and one LMFAO club song later, BAZINGA, I was pole dancing. While I tried to convince myself I was dancing for me, I was totally throwing the hips around for Bradley. I didn’t dare look at his face, though. If I had seen the brooding, cranky pout he’d been sporting most the night, I might have fallen on my head in despair. I wanted to see him smile again; I wanted to draw out the youthful, spontaneous Bradley that hid under the acidic layers of moody male.

Once the music had finished, I carefully lowered myself from the small, round stage and sat in my chair. The small crowd that had gathered at a respectable distance to watch quickly disappeared, and when I could no longer stand the silence at our table, I took a long drink from my alcohol free Shirley Temple and looked up, straight into Bradley’s stunned eyes. He wasn’t exactly brooding anymore, but he wasn’t smiling either. He was clearly shocked.

“You so have your job cut for you,” Aedan murmured from his side.

I’m not sure what that meant, but Bradley gave a nod, his intense green eyes set on me, trapping me. I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to. How could one man hold me captivated with just a look?

“Well,” Casey said, shifting uncomfortably beside me, “all she needs is a penis, and I might try to whisk her off her feet.”

Nobody laughed, and a cloud of awkward silence continued to hang over us.

“So,” I finally said, sucking on the straw of my Shirley Temple.

“So,” murmured Bradley, finally breaking his silence.

“Yeah,” Aedan said with a smile, “so.”

Casey snorted. “Well, the men have been reduced to a monosyllable word. Congratulations, poppet. Now I know how to cut down male testosterone in the span of three minutes.”

“You’re a stripper and a porn star?” Aedan asked, surprised.

“No, I’m not a stripper. I just like to dance.”

“You moved on that pole like a seasoned professional,” Bradley said, sitting back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest in a challenging manner. He could look as challenging and cocky as he pleased. He didn’t intimidate me.

“I took lessons with Andi and Leah.”

“Andi and Leah took pole dancing lessons?” He gaped.

“Yeah, Andi’s a good dancer. Leah . . .” I grinned at the memory of her awkward attempt to dance, “not so much.”

“My little cousin’s taking pole dancing classes,” Bradley said with horror.

“She can move, Bradley. You should have seen the lap dance she gave Decker. Oh my, it was scorching, and Decker kicked us all out of the apartment.

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