Eyes On Me

ROWAN’S POV

I turn my back to the VIP section, let my hips sway in slow, sensual circles. Let my hands trail down my own body—over my breasts, my stomach, my thighs.

Let my head fall back like I’m lost in the music, in the pleasure of my own movement.

When I glance over my shoulder, his jaw is tight and his knuckles are white around his glass.

Good.

“Oh my Goddess,” Cleo cackles. “You’re trying to