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firethatgrewsolow · 7 years ago

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Swiss Time - Chapter Four

**The clock keeps ticking. :-) Thanks for reading! And thank you to @ladygrange for once again holding my hand. <3**

“Wherever you want, little Natalie Grace. I’ll leave it all up to you.”

She held her breath as Robert cupped her face, the corner of his mouth beginning the curve she’d memorized.

“Little Natalie Grace.”

His voice was a whisper on her lips, and she swallowed, barely parting them.

“What do you want, love? What do you … want?”

Nat awoke with a start, sure she heard the words echoing through the room. It was just a dream. Dropping back into the pillow, she expelled a long breath. She could still smell him, feel his warmth against her chin and mouth. She stared at the ceiling, gently pounding her clenched fists into the bedding. What am I doing? Her hand snaked through her damp, tangled hair. Apparently, you’re dreaming about Robert Plant. Good Lord. She rolled her eyes as she rolled out of bed, snapping up her robe with a flourish. Time to get on with the day. Shuffling toward the door, she could make out the clatter of plates and the tinkle of crystal. Susan was up. It’s probably past noon. She clasped the doorknob, certain that with a twist of it, the inquisition would commence. She wasn’t disappointed.

“Well, you and Mr. Plant certainly got along last night.”

“Good morning to you, too, Aunt Sue.” Nat pulled her robe tighter as her eyes acclimated to the bright haze enveloping the hotel.

“There’s some tea on the coffee table. I was just making breakfast.”

She snickered as her aunt drained champagne into what appeared to be a few tablespoons of orange juice. “Nice breakfast. You don’t let up, do you?”

“Hair of the dog, girl. It’s the only way. I was out late.” Susan swizzled the thin, glass rod in her oversized goblet. “Plus, Christian thinks I drink too much. He’s probably right, so I’m taking advantage of our little getaway.”

“When are the renovations on the chalet going to be done?” Natalie gazed through the large window next to the dining table. She could barely make out the mountains in the distance.

“He says another week, give or take.” As she topped off her concoction with a final splash of wine, Susan smiled coyly. “But more importantly, what were you and Robert chatting about so quietly?”

You knew it was coming. Nat glanced back to her aunt. “I’m sorry, what?”

“You heard me. Spill it.”

Natalie poured some tea and reclined on the sofa, kicking her feet up next to the tray. “There’s not much to spill, really. Just this and that. He was curious about school and life here. Pretty much generic stuff.” She took a tiny sip, recoiling as the steaming liquid seared her tongue. “Why do you ask?”

“Oh, I don’t know, idle curiosity, I suppose. Isn’t that the phrase he used last night?” Susan purred, plopping next to her. “It’s not every day you get to spend the evening with rock stars.” She splayed her hand, admiring the newly acquired glittering stone on her finger. “Well, maybe it is for me, but-”

“But what?” Nat interjected, sensing something vaguely sinister in her aunt’s tone.

“Well, he just seemed, uh, rather taken with you.”

Natalie crinkled her nose as the meaning set in. “You’re crazy, Aunt Sue. I’m barely fifteen years old. The man’s old enough to be my …”

“Older brother,” Susan finished, tipping back her glass. “You know, darling, when I was your age, I was-“

“So you’ve told me. Many times. But that’s not really … who I am.” Nat blew on her tea, hoping for a change of subject.

“Ugh, you’re just like your mother.” Susan sighed dramatically, downing the rest of her cocktail. “So boring.”

“You missed your calling. You should have been an actress.”

“Oh, honey,” she replied breezily, “I am one.”

Natalie snorted. “What time did you get back?”

Pursing her lips, Susan tapped her nails together. “Hmm, I’m not really sure. Maybe around three? It was a bit fuzzy, but they were still going strong. Lots of stamina … particularly your man.”

“My man? Jesus Christ, Sue.”

“I’m only kidding. Kind of.” She winked as there was a rap at the door.

“Who could that be?” Nat peeked at the clock. It was even later than she thought.

“It’s probably Claudine. She’s bringing by some ski clothes.” Susan rose, setting her goblet on the table as she sauntered to the foyer. “You need to be properly outfitted, you know. Make a good impression when we meet them at the train to Rochers-de-Naye.”

Meet them at the … “Wait, what? We are going skiing with them? You do realize that I don’t know how, right?”

“If you look good enough, it won’t matter.” Sue paused mid-stride, her lips curling up. “Actually, that’s even better. Boys love to teach girls new things. All kinds of things,” she added, giggling at her niece’s horrified expression. “Get out of the gutter and into the bath, doll. Should be quite the day.”

A chorus of greetings filled the hall, and Natalie slunk to her bedroom, quietly closing the door behind her. She leaned against it, her heart beating a touch too fast. She had to admit she was a little excited. In a weird way, anyway. What had her aunt said? That he’d seemed taken. Padding to the floor length mirror, she twirled around, her mind drifting to the previous night. He’d been funnier than she’d expected … and he was sort of cute. Not a terrible smile, either. Shit. Even with the missing tooth. Her heart resumed its trot, and she peered back into the mirror, stilling as she spied the bright red splotch on her chin. Damn. She dusted the tip of her finger over the angry bump, and her shoulders drooped. What would he want with you? You’re just a kid.

Temples pounding, Robert lazily opened his eyes. It had been a long night of drinking, gambling and a few other more pleasurable activities, but sleep hadn’t come easily. His gaze flickered to his left, a sneaky smile slipping onto his face. His redhead, on the other hand, had. And more than a few times, he recalled contentedly, admiring her nestled form. Pity that she was bound for home in a couple days, but there would be others. He edged out from under the covers as stealthily as he could and donned his trousers, blinking at the needles of light slicing through the cracks in the curtains. Bloody hell, what time is it? He poked his head into the living area, wincing at the blinding glaze of the room. As his vision adjusted, he found the clock on the mantle, followed by John Henry on the sofa sound asleep. Robert lumbered to his friend, giving him a kick. “What the fuck, Bonz? Get up. I’ve got somebody here.”

The drummer scowled as he finally came to. “Fuckin’ hell, it’s bright. What time is it?”

“Does it matter? Go to your room.”

“Somebody’s in there. Or they were last night.” Bonzo yawned mightily, nestling into the cushions with a grin. “You’ve got the little redhead wench here, don’t you? She’s a loud one, yeah?”

“Fuck you, mate,” Robert grumbled, trudging to the bar to retrieve some tea. Cup in hand, he fell into the crushed velvet armchair, extending his legs onto the ottoman as he canvassed the view. Or lack thereof. The snow had tapered off, and the sun was filtering through the glistening fog surrounding them.

“Missing Copenhagen already?”

Robert barked a laugh, replaying the events from two days before. The Nobs. What a debacle. Whose idea had that been? Ahh, but the clubs had more than made up for it. “I told Cole to put that last place on our regular itinerary.”

“Did you see their faces when I took the bloody batteries out of the …”

“Yeah. Good, clean fun, right?” Robert angled the cup to his lips, grimacing at the cool, stale liquid. “I still don’t think we should have changed our name for the gig. Although, Christ, that woman … she was mad.” Dispensing with the tea on the table beside him, he reached for his Marlboros. “You know, I was kiddin’ that girl about it last night.”

“You mean Christian’s old lady’s niece? What was her name?”

“Natalie.” Robert lit a cigarette, watching the wooden match slowly burn down. Little Natalie Grace. Sassy thing, that one. Easy to annoy. What was it about her that made him like to tease her so much? Maybe because she gave it right back. Better keep her away from Pagey. “She, uh, might come with us today.”

“She’s pretty cute. Better keep her away from Pagey.”

Robert snickered at his friend’s prescience. “Was just thinking that.” As a sleepy voice murmured his name, he tossed his smoke into the discarded tea. “Well, duty calls, mate. See you in a bit.”

The train was packed, strange for so late in the day. Christian had offered her his seat next to Susan in the front, but Natalie had declined, her eyes moving through the masses as she hobbled to the rear. She slumped into the bench on the last row and slid next to the window, wiggling her toes in the unfamiliar ski boots as she surveyed the crowd again. Her pulse quickened as she spotted a few faces from the previous evening, but Robert was nowhere in sight. The ripple of relief quickly gave way to disappointment, and she turned to the dusty glass pane. There’s not even a view. What’s the point? She squinted in hopes of discerning a vague shape or form, but the heavy mist was unrelenting. Maybe I’ll just take the train back down and be done with it.

“Is this seat taken?”

Recognizing the gentle timbre, her heart leapt. He had come. Quelling her glee, she aimed for nonchalance. “It’s yours if you want it.”

“Why, thank you.” Amused, Robert clutched the top of the bench as the train lurched, beginning its ascent. “So generous.”

“You almost didn’t make it.”

He sank next to her, cramming his knees up against the bench in front of them. “Yeah, had a few things I was dealing with. Some stuff I had to … put to bed.”

Natalie tilted her head, sensing a joke that she couldn’t quite capture. “Where’s Jimmy? Did he not come?”

“No,” the singer replied, pulling out his gloves. “Jimmy doesn’t really, ah, enjoy a lot of outdoor sport. He prefers a, um, different kind.”

“What does that mean?”

Robert chuckled as she cocked her head again. “Nothing, love. Just … nothing.”

Nat was relatively sure that it was more than nothing as she took in his wide grin, her lips curling at the empty spot on the side of it. “What happened?”

“With what?”

She tapped her cheek. “You’re missing a-”

“Ahh, yeah, that.” Robert skimmed his tongue along his teeth, locating the vacated space. “Had a small accident a few weeks ago. Cut my forehead pretty good, too.” He brushed his fingers across the mending skin. “Coming home from a club, and, um, a tree sort of got in the way.”

“Got in the way, huh?” she asked with a snicker.

“They tend to do that when you’ve had a few ciders.” He stretched out into the aisle, flexing his legs. “But I’m alright now. Ship-shape.”

“You’re very lucky.” Natalie jumped as the train shuddered, stalling for a moment before assuming its journey. “It could have been much …” the warning dissipated as the clouds did the same, revealing a spectacular view. Her jaw dropped as she marveled at the majestic snow covered peaks surrounding them. She pressed against the glass, craning her neck to see the towns below, the houses and outbuildings resembling toys in the distance. She could feel Robert lean in behind her, his chest along her back.

“Amazing.”

The word was so soft, Natalie barely heard it, and she twisted around, her cheek grazing his chin. She quickly drew back. “Sorry.”

“You’re okay,” the singer whispered, his dimple deepening before returning to the sweeping vista.

Nat studied his spellbound visage. So boy-like. Curious and awed. She forced herself to look away, following the lines of the white capped mountains as the train crept along. The silence between them was comfortable, oddly so, lulling her into a dreamy calm. “I’m glad I’m here. I wasn’t happy at first. But now I am.“

“Not happy? What do you mean?”

There was a warmth in his gaze. He was listening, not just hearing. “My parents sent me here to … well, to get me out of the house. A new start, I guess.”

“They sent you away?” Robert asked, his brow wrinkling. “Why would they do that?”

“Things weren’t really working out. We didn’t get along. Very well, anyway.” Natalie glided her thumb along the edge of the window. “Whatever. It’s for the best. I mean, here I am … on a train in the Alps with the singer of the biggest band in the world.”

His eyes traced the splash of freckles dotted across her nose. “You don’t know anything about us, do you?”

“No, not really,” she admitted with a muted smile.

“Just the bad things, eh?” He sighed, tightening the collar of his coat. “There’s a lot of good, too, you know. And I get the thing with your parents. My dad, well, he’s not fond of all this. Thinks it’s a load of bollocks.” Robert glanced back to Natalie, his mouth curving. “Bollocks means-“

“I know what it means. I’ve heard it before.” Her smile broadened as she straightened his scarf. “You must be pretty wealthy. Wouldn’t that impress him?”

“In a way, maybe, but, ah, dad’s kind of, I don’t know, conservative,” he murmured as the car shook, gradually grinding to a halt. “Is this our stop?”

Natalie searched for her aunt in the sea of ski poles and parkas. She was standing near the door, beckoning Christian. “Yep, this is it.”

They filed out of the train, making for the supply cart behind it, and Robert hoisted their gear from the ancient, steel wired bin, flinching slightly. “Bloody hell, that stings.”

“What’s wrong?”

“My shoulder … it’s still giving me some trouble.” Depositing the skis onto the ground, he cautiously rotated it.

“If you’re hurt, maybe we shouldn’t do this. I mean, we could always take the train back down.”

“No, no, I’m alright. Just take it easy on me, yeah?” He winked as he leaned against his pole, fitting his boot inside the binding with a sharp click. As he latched the other, he paused, puzzled by Natalie’s reticence. She was nibbling her lip, examining his feet intently. “What are you waiting for? Let’s go.”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea.” She crossed her arms. “We should definitely go back.”

“What are you talking about? I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine.”

“Yes, I do. Christ, you’re bloody stubborn. Now, put them on, Nat, or we’re going to be …” he trailed off as her eyes slowly met his, and he caught a guilty glimmer. “Wait, you don’t know how to, do you? That’s why you want to go back.” She shrugged, giving him a shadow of a smirk. “You little minx, you told me that you’d skied before.”

“I didn’t technically say that. I believe my exact words were what do you think?”

Robert laughed, gently shaking his head as a grin blossomed on her face, lighting it up. She was more than cute. She was pretty. Very pretty, actually. He swallowed, stifling his sigh. And fourteen, Robert, fourteen. “Alright, come on, then, let me help you.”

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firethatgrewsolow · 8 years ago

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Tiny Dancer - Part Two

**Hey guys, here’s part two of three (or maybe more, who knows lol) - hope you like it! Thanks for following along.**

As the night wore on, the girls came and went, but Robert couldn’t keep his eyes from drifting over the small privacy wall to the niche next door. Dani was swaying to the rhythm of the music, the guitarist draped across the sofa in front of her. He lit a cigarette, declining the offer of another private dance as he studied the lines of her back. She wasn’t like the others, and he’d seen plenty over the course of the past year. Such a sweet, innocent face. She seemed out of place, but her moves belied any lack of experience. Fucking Pagey. The singer knew better than to make a fuss, though. He tried to shake it off as she spun around, their gazes colliding. The faint smile she gave him made his heart skip a beat, and he looked away, fumbling with his glass.

It was getting late, and her Mr. Page had yet to make a move, seemingly content with sharing drinks and light conversation. Dani turned, thrusting her head back to allow her hair to tickle the top her backside as it grazed his lap. Her rhythm hitched as hands enveloped her hips, tugging her down. Ahh, here we go.

“Darling, I think I’ve got a much better locale for this. My hotel suite, perhaps?” Jimmy purred, his lips curling up.

Danielle stilled, at a loss for words. She’d gotten requests for this type of thing before but never from people like this. It was one thing to fool around in the confines of a VIP room but quite another to … take it somewhere else. Besides, it wasn’t the guitarist’s suite she wanted to be in.

Robert observed them through the corner of his eye. She was on Jimmy’s lap, his hand around her hip. Whispering something in her ear, he trailed it along her side and around her breast, which was nothing short of perfection. Jesus Christ, her nipples were so fucking hard. Bloody hell, so am I. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

Fully aware of his band mate’s inspection, Jimmy drew Dani closer. “Maybe you should dance for Robert, love. Just once. He appears to feel a little, um, left out.” The guitarist leaned up, calling out to his friend, “Don’t look so forlorn, Percy, come join us … she’s has a delightful talent.”

Robert’s gaze snapped to the band leader, and he slowly stood and ambled over, hoping against hope that his bloody erection would go unnoticed. He reclined on the sofa opposite them, laying his jacket over his lap as the slinky opening of Back Door Man sounded through the club.

Oh, The Doors, how quaint. But good for our intents and purposes, I suppose. Jimmy gave Dani a gentle nudge, swatting her backside. “Well, go on … dance for him, Danielle.”

Dani took a step toward the singer, sensing a thread of tension between the men.

“Isn’t she magnificent, Percy?” Jimmy drawled, amused by his friend’s obvious arousal … and complete discomfort by the state.

Keeping his coat firmly intact, Robert swallowed as she moved between his legs. She’d taken off everything except her heels, rocking her body to the sultry beat of the song. She was magnificent.

“Do that thing I like, love. You know, where you … yes, that’s it.” Jimmy smiled, admiring the vignette.

Twisting around, Dani arched her back, gradually bending over, her hands encasing her ankles. She spotted the guitarist in her peripheral vision, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. He’s enjoying this … he’s enjoying toying with us.

“Splendid, yes, Robert? Quite the vantage.”

With a heavy sigh, the singer pursed his lips, letting his eyes roam where they wanted. Goddamn. He wasn’t sure what kind of game Pagey was playing, but at that point, it didn’t matter. Christ, he was hard as a rock, and she looked so soft … so bloody sweet. He gritted his teeth, forcing his eyes away.

Relishing the frustration etched on Robert’s face, Jimmy stood, his fingers winding around Dani’s silk wrap. “Now, turn back around, love, and say goodnight. It’s time to go.”

Time to go? Danielle’s heart began to pound. With him? Things were moving fast, too fast. And with the wrong person entirely.

“What the fuck, mate!”

Bonzo’s voice rang out, along with a shrill scream. As another cry pierced the air, Dani craned her neck to survey the scene. Bedlam. Several members of the crew had taken some girls on their shoulders, clearly roaring drunk. It was a mass of naked limbs and stumbling men, bumping into furniture and each other. Two of the bouncers flew into the room trying to untangle the mess, only to be pushed around by a couple of the entourage. Oh, no … there’s Mick. A huge man she didn’t recognize came racing up to Jimmy with a pace that she never would have imagined possible.

“Get out of here, Jim! You too, Percy. Get to the cars. I’ll see to Bonzo.”

“It appears the time is now.” Jimmy took her arm, following Peter down the steps of the VIP section.

Passing the entry to the dressing area, Dani hesitated, pulling her wrap from his hand. “Wait, no … I can’t just leave!”

Jimmy expelled an exasperated breath. “Whyever not?” At her silence, he cocked his head impatiently. “My dear, you have approximately five seconds. Because I am leaving, and as much as I’d love for you to join me, I’m not waiting.”

Donning her cover, Dani took in the madness on the floor. Serge had rushed in, his head wildly swinging back and forth as he roved over the carnage. His eyes found hers, and he lurched forward, saying something she couldn’t make out, spittle flying from his lips. In an instant, Mick appeared, wrapping his arm across the man’s shoulders. As he wrangled him away, the guard turned in her direction, mouthing one word. “Go.”

She stole another peek at Robert. You’re probably out of a job, anyway. “My things … I’ve got to get my stuff.”

“We’ll be in the car. Richard will fetch you. Let’s go, Percy.”

Falling in step behind Jimmy as Danielle pushed through the felt covered doors, Robert found himself lagging, finally stopping altogether. He watched his friend disappear and whirled around. This was his chance, and he was taking it. With a quick look behind him, he slipped through the same doors the dancer had taken. The stark lighting was startling, and he stilled, letting his vision adjust. Hearing the clang of a locker, he crept slowly toward it.

Dani caught the figure of a man as she tightened the belt of her coat. “Robert! What are you doing back here?”

“I wanted to, ah … make sure you’re okay.” The singer tentatively padded closer. “Maybe see if you needed … any help.” There would be hell to pay, but it didn’t matter. He took another step. “Do you? Need any help, that is?” He began to smile, and she did, too, their real communication unspoken.

Danielle peered into his eyes, so kind and hopeful … and maybe a little randy, she thought with a tiny shiver. Grabbing her bag, she threw it over her shoulder. “Let’s go out the back way.”

Robert beamed as she reached for his hand. Jimmy may have wanted her, but she wanted him.

Stalking through the club for the third time, Richard lit a cigarette. Pagey wasn’t going to be happy. Why can’t he just find another fucking bird. But he knew … it was Jimmy’s show, and it was his job to make sure the band leader was kept satisfied. Which Jim won’t be tonight. He prepared himself for slaughter as he trudged back to the car.

“Well?” the guitarist snapped as Cole dropped into the seat next to him.

“I can’t find her. She’s just not in there, mate.”

Jimmy drummed his fingers against the leather, weighing the options. The idea that she wouldn’t want to come back with him was simply preposterous. Wait a minute … where’s Robert? “Is Percy in one of the other cars?”

Fuckin’ hell. Richard blew out a long stream of smoke. “Nope.”

Seething inside, the guitarist slowly nodded. “I see.” Let them find their own way back. He tapped the driver, signaling him to leave.

A lamp was on when they entered the suite, lighting it up enough for Dani to look around. It was small, a junior suite, really, but very nice, certainly nicer than any she’d ever stayed in. Robert poured them some wine, and she headed to the bathroom to pull herself together. She could hear the radio turn on as she touched up her makeup, running her fingers through her hair. This will have to do. She turned to the door, doing her best to quell her nerves as she sorted out the events of the evening. My God, what a night. And the real one was just beginning. The shiver came back with a vengeance.

Robert stood up as she stepped out of the bath. She was in the pretty chiffon he remembered from the hall and tall, fitted suede boots that came slightly over the knee. So lovely. She draped her coat and bag across a chair as he handed her the wine, leading her to the sofa. “You are … just a picture.”

“Thank you.” Danielle fidgeted at the singer’s scrutiny, trying her best to conjure conversation. What’s wrong with you, girl? You’re where you want to be.

She’s nervous, Robert mused as he drained his glass. She wasn’t nervous thirty minutes ago. “Are you going to be in trouble?”

“Probably,” Dani conceded, fiddling with her goblet. “If I even still have a job. Are you?”

Robert snickered, reaching for the bottle. “Yeah, most likely. But it’s worth it.” His smile waned as he traced her features. It was like two different people. Ballet or burlesque? Which one is she really? Maybe a little of both. “Why do you do it? Why do you dance there?”

With a snort, Danielle shook her head. “The money, of course.”

“Well, yeah, but … what I mean to say is why aren’t you with a … what do you call it? A troupe?”

“It’s not that easy. I’ve been trying, you know.”

Robert nodded silently. He knew a little about being a struggling artist but not much, as the success of Zeppelin and been almost immediate. “I’m sorry, it’s not that I think it’s bad that you work there … it’s just, you really do dance beautifully.”

“That’s very sweet. Sometimes I think with my shape, I’m better off at the club. They don’t really like ballerinas with, um, particular assets,” she said with a smirk.

“I happen to very much like your … assets.”

They shared a quiet laugh, and she sipped her wine. “I do have an audition coming up … in a couple of days, actually, and with a pretty big company. I figure if I’m that good, I’ll stand out. Kind of like you guys did at the festival in July. I saw you at the Fillmore, too … twice,” she added as his face filled with pride. “And now you’re going to play at the Boston Garden. It’s incredible.”

“You’ve been to that many shows? Really?”

Dani was taken aback by the uncertainty in his voice. “Do you … do you know how good you are? Don’t you realize it?”

Robert shrugged sheepishly. “Yeah, we know it’s pretty good … but sometimes the critics … they’re tough on us. You know what it’s like on stage, right? You know how you give it everything you’ve got and … well, in any case, good luck with the audition.” He held up his glass for a toast. “Break a leg, right?”

Dani was surprised by his candor. And insecurity. It seemed mind boggling to her. In just over a year they’d gone from nothing to what was obviously going to be the next big thing. She tipped her goblet against his and downed her wine. “Let’s hope I don’t actually break a leg,” she teased, savoring the pleasant buzz in her tummy. “So, what do you want to do?”

He set down his glass, taking the empty one from her hand. “What do you want to do?”

Butterflies exploded as their eyes met. “I don’t know.” Yes, you damn sure do.

“I have an idea,” Robert whispered, gliding his thumb under her chin. He leaned in, suddenly flinching at the pounding on the door. Goddamnit, Bonzo!

“Open up, Planty! We know you’re in there! And with that bird, too. Jimmy’s bloody pissed off! I think he’s gonna put a spell on ya! You’re fucked, mate!”

He and Dani exchanged looks, both trying to stifle their giggle. Placing a finger against his lips, he slunk toward the door, wincing as the drummer kicked it. He knew full well that if he didn’t respond, his friend would just tear it down. Hell, he might do it anyway as he’d certainly done it before. Robert mustered his best sleepy voice. “Go away … I was in bed.”

The drummer barked a thunderous laugh. “I bet you were … and with that little girl, yeah? Pagey told me I could break down the door if I wanted. And maybe I do!”

He kicked it again, and Robert jumped back. Christ. “Fuck off, Bonzo! I’m sleeping … gotta save my voice.” Hearing some mumbling, he placed his ear on the panel. It was Jimmy. Shit.

“Do give my regards to Danielle, Robert. We’ll talk in the morning.”

Talk in the morning. The singer clenched his jaw, sucking in a breath. That doesn’t sound great. As he listened to them make their way down the hall, he grinned, turning to Dani. “I guess we are in trouble.”

“Better make the most of it,” she shot back coyly. “You were telling me you had an idea?”

“Yeah, I do.” Robert settled next to her, nibbling his lip as he eyed the lines of her dress. “But first … will you, ah … will you dance for me again?”

The words were quiet, almost bashful, the antithesis of the lion-like man that prowled the stage. Dani could barely wrap her head around it. One thing was the same, though, the charisma, the magnetism. She wanted him badly, more than anyone ever in her life. As the sexy riff of Honky Tonk Women filled the room, she brought her hands to the sides of his face. “Shall I keep my boots on?”

“How’d you guess?”

“Just a hunch,” she replied with a soft smile. “I know a little about what boys like.”

She stood, Robert’s gaze moving lazily over her frame. That, you most certainly do.

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