She put her hand on his arm. “I wanted you to stay and watch.” She looked at Nicola. “It’s still okay if he hangs out, isn’t it?”
Nicola licked her lips, looking uncertain. And then she smiled, a lifting of her lips that looked about as genuine as the smile he’d just given the dancers.
“Of course.” Her lips moved into a wider smile, almost a grimace. “He should see the magic you’ve created, Lori.” Finally, she looked back at him, their gazes locking together and holding for a long moment before she said, “Your sister is amazing.”
Nicola was so beautiful—so incredibly vulnerable as she stood there in front of him—that he had to focus hard just to get out the words, “I know.”
They stood like that for way too long, staring at each other without speaking. At last, Lori said, “Come sit over here where no one will accidentally kick you in the face.”
Someone turned on the music as he and Lori walked away from Nicola. “I didn’t think you’d act that way around her,” she hissed.
Marcus mirrored back his sister’s frown. Had Nicola told his sister about meeting him? About going back to Smith’s house and falling asleep on his lap?
No. Lori wasn’t capable of holding something like that inside. She would have called him hours ago to demand to know what he was doing fooling around with someone she worked with.
“Nico has to deal with people stuttering and acting weird around her all day long, just like Smith does. I asked you to come because I knew you’d roll with her fame and wouldn’t make a big deal out of it.”
Partway through getting chewed out by his baby sister for the way he’d acted, a light bulb went on in Marcus’s head.
“Nicola is the pop star you’re working for?”
Lori looked at him like he’d left his brains out to fry on the sidewalk. “Her name is Nico. And you know she’s the one who hired me to work on her video. Why are you acting so weird?"
Marcus suddenly realized where that hint of familiarity had come from the night before. Lori must have shown him pictures of Nicola after she was hired to work on the video, but all he could remember was a lot of makeup and a sparkling bodysuit.
Thankfully, Lori didn’t have time to wait for his answer because one of the dancers was calling out to her for guidance. Shooting one last disgruntled look at him, his sister moved back onto the dance floor.
Nicola’s back was to him, but he could see her face reflected in the mirror. God help him, he couldn’t keep from staring at her. Her hair was pulled up in a ponytail and he could tell how hard she’d been dancing by the damp tendrils that were curling around her face.
All of the dancers had incredible bodies, but for Marcus, the curvy shape of Nicola’s hips and br**sts threatened to make him rock hard in the middle of the studio.
Her eyes met his briefly in the mirror and she quickly lowered her head. Lori moved to Nicola and put a hand on her arm, leaning in to say something. Nicola shook her head, then moved into position.
A heartbeat later, Lori turned the song on and Nicola went into action.
She was so beautiful.
Marcus was mesmerized as she sang along with the surprisingly great song and danced in the center of her troupe. No wonder she’d become a star—he didn’t have a prayer of taking his eyes off her.
He remembered the way she’d commanded the attention of everyone in the nightclub simply by walking into the room. Now he knew it was partly because she was famous, but even if she’d just been a regular woman, people would have stopped and stared.
As her curves shifted and grazed the thin Spandex barely covering her skin, he couldn’t stop himself from wondering what she’d look like naked, in his bed.
As if she could read his thoughts, Nicola suddenly stumbled, knocking into a male dancer, and Lori quickly shut off the music.
He knew he should leave, that he was throwing her off. But he wasn’t going anywhere.
Marcus Sullivan didn’t believe in hiding from his mistakes. Hell, his relationship with Jill was the only time he’d ever tried to convince himself that something wrong was right. He should have trusted his gut, but he’d been so focused on what he wanted to see, instead of what was actually there.
He knew exactly what was between him and Nicola, sparks that lit and sizzled so bright and hot he was still singed from their one and only kiss.
He’d been a fool to turn her down.
He wasn’t going to be an even bigger fool by walking away from her again.
Chapter Seven
Please leave warred with Please don’t go inside Nicola’s head.
From moment to moment she vacillated between wanting Marcus gone and needing him to be so much closer. No wonder she’d barely been able to concentrate on rehearsing, with her brain and body pulled in two totally disparate directions the entire time he was there watching her with those dark, hungry eyes she knew she’d never be able to get out of her head.
When they were finally done for the night, the dancers quickly scattered, leaving her alone with Lori...and Marcus.
Nicola had gotten over her nerves a long time ago. She’d had to, if she ever wanted to get anyone’s attention with her music. But Marcus made her incredibly nervous in a way she’d never been nervous before.
Shoving the rest of her things into her big dance bag, she was just saying, “Thanks for working us all so hard today, Lori. I’ll see you tomorrow,” when a knock came at the door and a guy wearing a Mel’s Diner shirt walked in carrying several large bags full of food.