Don't Hate the Player...Hate the Game(61)

I laughed. “Whatever.”

“No, you are.”

“Because I sang on stage?”

“Yes, and because you faced your fear and did something you’d never do.”

I rolled my eyes and grinned. “All right, come on, let’s sit down and get something to drink.”

“Okay.” We ordered two coffees and eased back in the chair to watch the karaoke performances. As the waitress brought our order, a girl and guy were rocking a serious duet. Leaning forward on my elbows, I cocked my head at Maddie. “You know, you’re kinda a hypocrite.”

Maddie lowered her coffee cup and gazed wide-eyed at me. “What?”

“You pushed me into getting on stage when you know good and well you’d never do it.”

“Why do you say that?”

I rolled my eyes. “Because I know you too well, Maddie.” I motioned towards the stage where the guy and girl were goofing off. “You’re just not the type of girl to do that.”

A wounded expression came over Maddie’s face as her shoulders drooped a little. I sighed. “Now don’t be that way. There’s nothing wrong with you.”

“You really think I’m not brave or cool enough to do that?”

“Well…” I watched the girl shimming for a moment. “Nope.”

She sat there for a minute, staring into her Caramel Macchiato. “So, basically all you see me as is this goody-two shoes virgin, right?”

“No, that’s not how I see you,” I protested.

Maddie shook her head. “That’s all anyone sees! But I have so much more depth than that—even Jake could see that.”

“Yes, I’m sure he could.” She pouted into her coffee. “Maddie, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. You’re so above caring what people think, that you should just ignore me, okay?”

We sat in silence for a few seconds. Then she drew her shoulders back and smacked her hands on the table. “Fine, I’ll prove myself to you!”

When she stood up, I choked on my coffee. “Maddie! Come back here!” I hissed.

She gave me one final death glare over her shoulder before flouncing over to the stage. She leaned over and whispered something in the DJ’s ear. He nodded and handed her a notebook. She peered at the pages before pointing at one.

The song ended, and the couple bowed and started off the stage. “Well, ladies and gentlemen, we’d like to welcome a lovely lady to the stage.

I would’ve imagined Maddie would have worn an expression like she was going to piss herself, but instead, she grabbed the microphone and stared confidently out into the crowd. A couple of guys whistled at her to which she had the balls to wink at. She nodded at the DJ, and he started the song.

An erotic bass thumped out of the speakers, and it took me just a second to realize what the song was.

Doncha by the *cat Dolls.

Maddie met my incredulous gaze and arched one eyebrow at me, showing me she had very deliberately and deviously picked a song to give me what for. Oh shit, this wasn’t going to be good.

When the rest of the crowd recognized the song, they roared with pleasure. Next to the stage sat a table full of frat guys who’d stumbled in for coffee to sober up. Fuck, this had train wreck written all over it.

Maddie started off solid in her singing. Her movements were a little wooden—for a millisecond. Then it was like she was channeling her inner-* Cat Doll. But that was nothing.

Slowly and deliberately, she started unbuttoning the shirt she wore over her tank top. I shook my head in disbelief. As she shimmied it off her shoulders, she didn’t miss a beat. She eyed me before tossing it off stage. It smacked me in the face, and the frat guys cheered.

I had never seen anything so sexy in my entire life. Talk about lady in the streets and a freak in a bed kinda situation. By the second chorus, she started tiptoeing off the stage. Holy Hell. She was coming for me. When she pointed at me, the crowd roared. As she slid into my lap, I couldn’t help but laugh. If she wasn’t careful, she was going to ignite a different kind of response from me. I fought to jerk her closer to me and bring my lips to hers. I wanted to thrust my tongue in her mouth while running my fingers through her hair.

Luckily, Maddie began to laugh, and my horny thoughts momentarily passed. When the song ended, Maddie didn’t leave my lap. Another eager singer took the microphone from her and hurried to the stage. A sheen of sweat had broken out over Maddie’s face and body, and she had a sexy glow radiating off her. It was hard not to lean over and lick a sweaty trail up her neck.

“So what’d you think of that?” she asked breathlessly. Her erratic breathing caused her ample chest to rise and fall, thrusting her boobs closer and closer to my face. At any moment, my dick was gonna call me out, and there would be no hiding it from Maddie.

“I think I need to request prayer for you!” I called over the music. The truth was I needed a prayer request myself.

Maddie grinned. “I was that good, huh?”

I threw my head back and laughed. “Oh yeah, you were very good and very bad, too.”

“So, you still think I’m still the Pastor’s Little Princess?anymore?”

“Nope, I think you’re more of a very naughty virgin tease.”

She cocked her head. “Hmm, maybe I like that.”