Free Passion By Control (Passion Series Book 2) by J. A Melville Page A

happiness that someone liked my singing. “Thank you.” I told him and pulled my hand from his. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to go and see Tony.”
    Just at that moment my boss turned up and hugged me enthusiastically. “Hot damn woman, I had no idea you could sing like that. You look amazing on stage and the men are all panting for you, maybe some of the women too. You have such a sexy, sultry note in your voice. I want to talk to you about regular gigs in my club if you’re interested.”
    “Are you serious, really?” I grinned up at him. “Thank you. I’m glad you like me and please, I would love more gigs. I’m actually a singer more than a waitress.” I dared to tell him, hoping he wouldn’t get pissed off at me for making it clear where my true interests lay.
    “I agree Sirene and come in tomorrow afternoon so we can discuss more gigs for you ok?”
    I grinned again, in fact I’m sure my face was about to set like that, I was so happy. “I’ll be here. Thanks Tony.” I reached up to kiss his cheek and he blushed. Damn, I’d made my boss blush.
    “Get yourself something to drink before your next set.” He said before walking off leaving me alone with Fabian.
    I turned to the sexy as sin vampire, surprised to see his eyes burning with something which looked suspiciously like anger, as he watched Tony’s retreating back. Damn, was he jealous? He certainly appeared to be, and Fabian jealous was quite a sight to see, given he was probably the most alpha male I’d ever encountered.
    “Can I get you a drink?” I asked him and his eyes moved to my face, that pale stare of his making me shiver. I couldn’t wait to hear what he would say; knowing full well that the only drink he would want was my blood, or the blood of someone in this club at the very least.
    “No thank you Sirene. I don’t drink, but let me buy you one.” He said quietly and I shrugged.
    Why not? Let him spend some of his money on me, although I knew I’d have been given a drink for nothing anyway, since Tony had told me that before I’d started performing tonight.
    “I’ll have a Long Comfortable Screw against the Wall.” I said, lowering my voice and adding a breathy note to it, almost laughing out loud at Fabian’s face, when he heard my order.
    “Is that a drink or a proposition?” He mumbled, his eyes glowing with renewed arousal as he met mine.
    I laughed. “It’s a drink. It has Gin, Vodka, Galliano, Southern Comfort and it’s topped up with orange juice.”
    “It doesn’t sound like there’s much room left for the orange juice.” He frowned down at me, those strange eyes studying me. “Are you sure you should be drinking something so strong when you still have to perform?”
    “Good point I guess.” It was time to back off.  I’d worked him up enough for now, no need to keep teasing him. There was plenty of time for that later. I’d be getting what I wanted from him later, he knew it and I knew it. It was there between us, an undercurrent of sexual tension. What he didn’t know of course, was that he would be getting a whole lot more than he expected from the evening. “I’ll just have a glass of coke.” I said, smiling up at him.
    His eyes met mine again and I could almost see the cogs turning over in his brain as he tried to assess me. ‘Good luck with that one,’ I thought as he walked over to the bar to order my drink.
    He came back with it and handed it to me, where I began to drink it down thirstily. Performing and vampire teasing made a gal thirsty.
    “So are you here for any particular reason Fabian?” I asked. “Are you meeting someone?”
    “The only person I would bother coming to a noisy, crowded, smelly nightclub to see would be you Sirene.” His eyes locked on mine and I felt my heart skip a beat. ‘Ok, so he wasn’t going to drag this out as some sexy cat and mouse game all evening then? The message in his eyes was crystal clear. He wanted me and he had every intention of