Epilogue Part 1

The scent of seduction lingers in the air. The stage gleams, but this is no cheap club. The mirrors are polished to reflect angles, to give glimpses of secret delights.

But tonight--for one night only--Lola is back, for a private function. This time, only Willow and I will be here.

I dealt with some nerves as I dressed, with the realization that years had passed and my body didn’t look, feel, and move the way it once did. But there was also excitement running through my veins about being back. Having this feeling one more time.

And for a very special cause. Performing for Willow will always be my favorite.

I step forward, my skyscraper black stilettos clicking across the mirrored floor. My black pants are tailored to perfection. I doubt anything else could make my ass look this good . . . riding the curve of my peachy flesh and then cutting in to follow my long legs. My fingers snap softly in time to the beat.

My jacket is buttoned to my chest, creating a wide V that begins at the valley between the swell of my breasts and runs up to my shoulders. My hair is pulled up into a high, perfect ponytail. Dark kohl is swept into cat-eye flicks that exaggerate the sparkle of my blue eyes. Finally, a seductive smear of scarlet goes across my lips.

I reach the edge of the stage and turn to the side, my figure defined by the crisp edge of my fitted suit. I look up under thick lashes, my eyes filled with invitation. My curves are accentuated as I make my way down with a sleek sidestep, hips rolling to the long, slow throb of the bass. My heel finds the club floor and I turn to face her.

I step forward with a confident stride. “I would leave with me tonight . . .” I whisper under my breath as I reach Willow. My palm rests against her cheek, guiding her gaze up to meet mine, as I slowly drag my thumb over her deliciously pouted lips. “Ladies first, baby, I insist . . .”

As I feel the tingles of her breath against my skin . . . I slip away. My hand rises and my fingernails trace a straight line down my chest, unhooking the button with a swift flick as my shoulders give a slow, sensual roll. My blazer falls, discarded, and the spotlight dips to focus on the crumpled heap of clothing before sweeping up my body like a voyeuristic gaze.

I invade Willow”s space, my head dipping so that my lips glance against her earlobe. With a low sensual whisper, I say, “I never would have left you alone.” Standing in front of her, I drop my fingers to my hips, to tease the fabric of my pants. I peel them down, inch by inch, and my ass sways. I make slow, seductive circles as the clothing rides down over my curves. My tiny panties are black and silky. Their only purpose is to hold the cash.

My pants drop to my ankles and I step out of them. I’m balanced on my stilettos, wearing just the slip of string. It invites Willow’s gaze, and her hungry, amber eyes feast on my body.

“I could be a better boyfriend than him . . .” I sing to her along with the song, as my knees rise up . . . left . . . then right . . . to straddle her lap. My thighs spread and my hips dip, offering a long slow drag of my sex against her thighs.

As my head drops to pepper kisses along her jaw, there is a slow scrape of my teeth as I feel the heat building between us. “Congratulations, Madame Vice President.”

I smile and she smiles back. I’m so proud of her, and I know she is proud of herself. She should be.

Then I pull her to me, feeling her kiss me back with the dizzying heat only she possesses.

Everything has changed for us, but at the same time, nothing has.