Not An Option

The plan had been quite simple—get a drink, watch a bit of the performance and go home. But after two drinks, Cameron had decided to forfeit his initial plan and just call it a night. And honestly, things would have gone that way if Liza had not walked up that stage looking like a goddess.

Just the sight of her had sent signals down to his groin and the dress had not helped at all. Even though she had her entire time on the stage singing, Cameron had not been able to make out a single word she had sang. His eyes had been glued to other parts of her that didn't involve her mouth.

It had taken everything in him to not rush up the stage and strip her off the dress she was wearing. But before he could get him thoughts in check, the performance had ended and Liza had waltzed towards the backstage of the club. Impulsively, he had rushed to the back but had met hindrances.

“You can't be here, sir." The bouncer announced, placing a firm hand in front of Cameron and blocking his path. There w