Free Reunited Steps (Billionaire Taboo Steamy Romance) by Fiona Layne Page B

living, I value my own privacy.  Maybe because of it.  I definitely don't like any unwanted attention when I'm not here at the club.  Whenever a guy looks at me for more than a split second at the grocery store or the gas station, I immediately think I've been recognized or that he's a stalker following me.   
     
    Although my glance at him is fairly quick, I do notice that his eyes are focused on me, but I try not to worry about it as I'm the girl on stage, so he's supposed to be watching me.  It doesn't mean anything.  I keep my face intentionally away from that corner for the rest of my dance and when I'm done, I leave quickly and return to the private room at the back to get dressed again.
     
    Everyone is still talking about Jason so I don't stick around and chat, opting instead to head back into the bar and make my rounds.  As much as I'd like to hide out until he leaves, I'm also worried about inadvertently giving something away if I stick around while everyone gushes about him. 
     
    With any luck I'll find someone that will want to take me into the private champagne room and have me dance with them for a while.  That'll keep me from running into Jason but also give me some much needed money.  I wasn't even really supposed to be here tonight, I was actually filling in for a friend who couldn't make it.  I could use the money though.  I don't plan on dancing forever, and actually just enrolled in veterinarian school a couple of months ago.  The tuition is killer, though, and I don't even know if I'm going to be able to pay for it.  I've been struggling to do both that and pay my rent, and if it comes down to it I'll have to choose reliable shelter over my dream career. 
     
    I go back out and walked around a few times, intentionally avoiding the corner where Jason sits by a wide margin.  Luckily the club is big enough that I can do that.  When I circle around and end up back at the bar, I find Janelle sitting with a drink and looking defeated.
     
    "What's up girlfriend?" I say. 
     
    "I think he's gay," she replies.
     
    "Who?"
     
    "Jason Graft."
     
    I laugh out loud as memories of those same thoughts going through my head are invoked again.  "What makes you say that?"  I know now that it isn't true.  He had a few girlfriends as we grew up, and I found plenty of porn on his computer whenever I was snooping around.  None of it was gay, although some of it was a bit kinky.  Plus all of the gossip rags always run stories about him being quite a ladies' man now, although they can never pin him down as having a long term girlfriend.
     
    "I gave him the wiggle walk and nothing.  Actually, worse than nothing, his bouncer guys asked me to leave and tossed my top over the rail.  It was pretty rude, actually."
     
    I nod but don't say anything.  Yep.  Sounds like Jason has become even more like his dad over the years.
     
    "Oh shit," she says.  I look at her questioningly.  "Here comes that bouncer now!  Maybe he's coming to apologize."
     
    I turn around just in time to see a brick wall in a suit walk right up to us. I step back a bit to give him room, he probably wants to get a drink for Jason.
     
    "Are you Sin?" he asks, looking directly at me with hard penetrating eyes.  I nod slightly.  "Mr. Graft would like to talk to you." 
     
    "To me?"  I ask, swallowing hard.  Shit.  He must have recognized me after all.  I can feel my face redden in embarrassment at the thought of Jason watching me naked a few minutes ago while actually knowing it was me the whole time.
     
    "Yes.  Please follow me."  He doesn't wait for me to respond, he just turns and starts walking back towards his boss.  I look at Janelle whose eyes are saucers. 
     
    "What are you waiting for, girl?  GO."  She literally pushes me in the direction of the bodyguard, unaware that there is much more going on here than just a potential indecent proposal.
     
    I slowly follow in the big man's wake, people are actually