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Looking to read a great novel this weekend with plenty of #drama but #NoThugs #NoPimps #NoHoes #NoGangs #NoDrugs? If so, read on…
Baron was in town this weekend, and we planned to drop by a couple of clubs. He had a ridiculous travel schedule, so we didn’t often get to hang out together. I’m not crazy about clubs. They were his thing. I agreed to go along so we could get some buddy time in. We had agreed to meet at Halo, our first stop.
I spotted Baron and his body man sitting in VIP when I arrived. Going out with him could be an exercise in forbearance. My boy always had at least one security person with him. I marveled at how he handled the attention of strangers−fans who wanted to take selfies with him or merely express their adoration. Being so easily identifiable would drive me insane. For some reason many strangers thought they had the right to be so familiar with celebrities. Most often their contact was harmless, although a couple of times I’d seen Baron’s security jump between him and an over-zealous fan who managed to get too close at an event.

We had a few drinks at Halo, and then we moved to Compound where the crowd always seemed a little more sophisticated. Still, we hadn’t been there for fifteen minutes before the women started drifting our way. Everyone knew Baron. They had no idea who I was, but they seemed to assume if we were together, I must have star connections.

An attractive woman with long auburn hair sauntered toward me as though the hip-hop star sitting next to me didn’t even exist. I assumed she preferred my dark chocolate over Baron’s honey vanilla complexion. She didn’t seem at all interested in him and wasn’t the least bit shy. She sauntered up to me and asked what I was drinking.
“Sazerac.” Her eyebrows rose. “It’s made with rye whiskey and bitters.”
“Give the gentleman another Sazerac,” she told the bartender, leaning over the bar and giving me a good view of her impressive cleavage and high, round booty.
“Thanks. My name is Pierce. And you are?”
“Sierra. Are you waiting for someone?”
“No. Just hanging with my boy.”
“You’re friends with Baron Parker?”
I nodded and reached for the glass the bartender put in front of me.
“How do you know each other?” She kept her gaze fixed on my face and flipped her long hair over one shoulder.
“We work for the same company.”
“You’re a musician?”
“No. He records for Sonant Records. I’m the vice-president of Finance for the company.”

I had to contain myself and not sputter at the way her eyes lit up. “Really? I’m impressed.”
“What do you do, Sierra?” I asked, expecting her to give me her entertainment credits.
“At the moment I’m in law school. One more year to go and then I take the bar exam.”
My turn to be impressed. She was not only beautiful, she also had a brain. “So you’re out tonight blowing off some steam.”
She chuckled. “Exactly. My brain can only take so much reading and studying before I start to feel as though my head is going to explode.”
“I remember those days when I did nothing but study. It can wear you down, but the rewards are worth it. What kind of law are you planning to practice after you graduate from law school?”
“Entertainment law.”
And there it was. Perhaps I wasn’t being fair, though. Networking was everything, especially in Atlanta. I wasn’t interested in women who had their sights set on climbing the corporate ladder. But at least we could have an intelligent conversation. For the next twenty minutes, Sierra and I talked about the Atlanta music scene. Judging by her knowledge of the current issues and gossip, she kept on top of what was going on in the industry. Baron was showing off the moves for which he’d become world famous. People often compared him to Chris Brown or Bruno Mars. He had a good voice and he put on an electrifying stage show.
It would be a lie if I said I wasn’t attracted to Sierra physically. As I watched her dance, my body reacted to the sexy way she moved her hips and the bounce of her breasts in the low-cut, tight-fitting dress. She knew how to move her incredible body. While we danced she ran her hands over my chest, back and arms. No doubt, if I asked her to come home with me, she’d say yes. I could easily relieve my sexual tension with her tonight, only I wasn’t interested. No other woman had even made a blip on my radar since I’d met Breelyn. Now that I’d met her, my desire for other female companionship seemed to fizzle. Other women seemed bland and boring in comparison to her deceptively angelic face, voluptuous body and traffic-stopping hair.
The song ended, I said good night to her and went to find Baron to let him know I was making my exit. It wasn’t hard to know his location in the building by the congregation of women surrounding him.
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A SONG FOR YOU, Book Two in The Lake Series #Romance #SmallTown #Music
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