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Adam’s apple bob. At three feet away, I placed a gloved nger between my teeth and<br />
pulled o my glove with one tug. I tossed it over my shoulder as the crowd behind me<br />
erupted. Then I pulled o the other glove, this time spinning it in my hand. Inches from<br />
Pierre, who was now grinning, I reached out and gently slapped him with it, once,<br />
twice.<br />
“I hear you’re a bad, bad boy,” I whispered, in that same breathy voice I had used on<br />
Jesse.<br />
“You heard right,” he said. He hungrily took me in and then reached out for my waist,<br />
as though I belonged to him. As my Prince Charming, when he had claimed me it was<br />
part of the role, the fantasy. But his grasp now felt brutish, unkind.<br />
Angela stepped in and scolded him. “Ah, ah, ah. She’s not yours, mister. Remember<br />
that.”<br />
All eyes were on me, even though the other girls had reassembled in a line and were<br />
tapping out a goofy number on their way back to the stage. I broke the spell by turning<br />
around. With my back to Pierre, I did a little burlesque wiggle, curling my body like<br />
smoke in front of him for the edication of the audience. Finally, the spotlight moved<br />
away from us and back to the action onstage, giving Pierre the opportunity to gather<br />
the strings of my bodice as though he had me on a leash. With a yank, he tugged me<br />
backwards to him, his mouth hovering at my ear.<br />
“I thought I’d never see you again, Cassie.”<br />
My eyes shot open behind my mask. “How—?”<br />
“Your bracelet. I recognized my charm.”<br />
“You mean my charm,” I said.<br />
“I like you better as a brunette,” he said.<br />
I turned around quickly. My breasts brushed his chest. My heels put us almost eye to<br />
eye. I felt a sexy toughness swell inside me.<br />
“Well, I liked you better as Prince Charming,” I said. I might have been wearing a<br />
mask, but I could nally see beneath his. While mine hid a few common fears and<br />
insecurities, below his surface I sensed menace; women served a purpose, and when he<br />
was done with them, he would discard them. He was lovely for a fantasy night, but<br />
beyond that, I couldn’t imagine a life at his side.<br />
“I’m not yours,” I whispered. “If anything, it’s the other way around.”<br />
Just as the spotlight found us again, Pierre reached a hand to my cleavage and tugged<br />
it open. He dropped dozens of gold coins down the front of my bodice, letting a few<br />
tinkle to the oor for eect. It shocked me and left me feeling icy cold. The crowd<br />
seemed unsure whether to clap or to boo Pierre. The spotlight turned to the stage again,<br />
where the ladies were doing their high-kick finale.<br />
“Let go of her,” said a voice in the dark. “Or I’ll kick you hard in the teeth.”<br />
I saw a gure approaching, silhouetted by the lights. But I didn’t need some man<br />
coming to my rescue. I jerked my bodice out of Pierre’s grasp and smacked backwards<br />
into Will Foret, who placed a warm hand on my waist to steady me.<br />
“You okay?” he asked.<br />
“Yeah. I’m fine,” I said. The snare drums were drawing the finale number to a close.