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His jaw twitches. I have his full attention. I resume dancing and mouthing the
words as I turn to face him again.
I do the grinds from the video. He clenches his hands together. I run my hand
down my torso towards the apex of my thighs. As Beyoncé practically moans the

lyrics.
He bites his bottom lip. I lick mine before mouthing the last part.
He’s up. I’m now pressed flush against his hard body. “How about you do that
at my place.”
“What?” I tease innocently. Before I breathe the last words “Dance?
Clothed or Naked.” “BOTH.”
I quickly find myself slung over his shoulder. I smile triumphantly at the girls.
Good looking out, Bey. He does a broad wave, not bothering to speak to anyone, and
I give them a finger wave. Tala and Carla giggle and wave back. I can tell by the look
on their husband’s faces they are not far behind. I also notice, right before the VIP

curtain closes, the look of pure hatred burning in Teo’s almost black eyes. His lips
are twisted in a sneer, and his body shakes with rage. He is such a sore loser.