Page 3 of Dirty Fantasy
As soon as the door clicked shut, he spoke. “Hey, it’s gonna be okay, all right?”
Tana nodded.
“You warm up?”
She nodded again.
“Feel like you’re gonna puke?”
Her head bobbed again.
He grinned and sat on the folding chair. “Listen to me. I asked for you. Wanted you on this tour with me.”
Tana wanted to ask why, but she could only manage a bobblehead impression.
“You want to know why?”
Another nod.
“You got something special, girl. Something you can’t teach, can’t buy, and can’t train. But you got it. You get me?”
“No.”
He grinned and chuckled. “Caught my interest. Took less than five minutes. Before I even heard you sing, I knew you were special.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Now you just go out there, and you show the world who you are. Don’t worry about a thing. Just be you. Okay?”
“Okay.”
“Have fun. And then later, we’ll grab a drink, and you can tell me all about Tana Zephyr.”
“Okay.”
He held out a hand, and Tana slid hers into his. Mick’s paw was huge.
“You’re already here. You made it. Now it’s your time to shine. Get ’em ready for us, all right?”
Tana nodded again. “Thank you, Mr. Vines.”
“Ahh, honey. That’s Mick to you. Mr. Vines was my daddy.”
“Thanks, Mick.”
He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it. “Thank you for coming. Now get out there and give us a show, girl. I’ll be watching too.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Mick,” he corrected.
Tana’s heart flopped and stuttered as he winked at her.
“You’re right where you’re meant to be.”
He let go of her hand, and Tana felt the heat from his palm all the way to her soul.
Mick Vines is … hot. So. Hot.
