Chapter 7

Grace’s POV

There was something oddly familiar about the stranger sitting in the shadow. I shrugged off the doubts hovering around me. This was probably a horny young man seeking an escape or a sad married man whose wife lay awake waiting for his return.

Or this could be Kelvin Morgan, my inner voice added.

I pushed the absurd idea away. Kelvin would never come to a place like this. If he needed to fuck, there was a long list of women who would gladly join him in bed. His private life might be a secret, but his bed partners weren’t. There was a podcast for the women he had been within the past two years.

I dispelled the distracting thoughts and focused on dancing. Maya had mentioned he was doubling my fees; a nice, sexy dance would be apt to say thanks. I couldn’t see him in the dark, but I could hear his harsh breath and his groans.

I smiled in spite of myself. Whoever he was, he was in for a magical night.

I hadn’t expected to be the one