Chapter 14

Cassie POV

There's something about exotic dancing that made me feel powerful in a way nothing else ever did. Maybe it was knowing that the men and women who watched were undeniably affected by me, or maybe it was that I felt sexy. Either way, it was an addicting feeling.

And having Enzo sitting a couple feet away with his eyes wide as dinner plates and his mouth clenched shut probably was the highlight of my day. The longer he sat there, the more unsettled and nervous he became. His hands kept combing through his hair and he must have had at least five drinks by the time Amy came out of the dressing room to do our rehearsed “Crystal and Amethyst” duo.

We had barely completed our second sequence of moves when Enzo swallowed his drink in one gulp, stood up and charged out of the door. It took all the strength I had in me not to burst into giggles at his hasty departure.

“Who was the guy you were torturing?” Amy quizzed me as we returned to the change room. “And if that was Vasilios I'