Michael's POV
I collapsed into the leather booth of the VIP section, my body drained from weeks of relentless work. The bass pounded through the floor, matching the headache that had been building behind my temples. A drink might numb the chaos in my head, at least for tonight.
Then I spotted her across the crowded dance floor.
Allyson moved like liquid fire under the strobing lights, her body rolling to the beat while some stranger devoured her with his eyes. She caught my stare but pretended not to recognize me, throwing her head back in laughter at whatever garbage he was whispering in her ear. The bastard's gaze was glued to her chest, where the plunging neckline of her electric blue dress revealed the swell of her breasts.
That shimmering fabric hugged every curve of her body before stopping dangerously high on her thighs. Her bronze skin glowed under the club's neon lights, and those endless legs looked smooth enough to wrap around a man's waist.
