Cami expected to get attention when she reentered the main pool area, but she didn’t expect to hear a collective gasp among the women, a united moan among the men, and for the music to temporarily stop. The men in the band on the stage literally couldn’t seem to play another note at the sight of her painted body.
Stefan spilled the drink in his hands. Color rushed to the bartender’s bronze cheeks as the heat of lust coursed through his veins. His eyes took on a rebellious look, as if he’d just made a decision to break a club rule and ask Cami out anyway. He had.
Fortunately or unfortunately, prison had stripped Cami of all modesty…or rather what little she had left when she first went in. As a result, all the attention she was getting now didn’t phase her one bit.
Keeping her head held high, her posture straight, and a sexy smirk on her face, Cami strutted back over to her table where Towanna was now talking to another slender man. And oh what a strut it was, too.
That little witty-ditty should have been Cami’s theme song as she walked back to her seat.
I hope you’re watching, baby, she mused, throwing in a little bit more hip action for good measure. Yeah, he’s watching, she deduced with elation, after briefly cutting her eyes Millsap’s way.
© 2008 by Suprina Frazier