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While I wait, I think about how many times I saw Eden cleaning, and not once did I recognize her. Upset with myself, I stare at the empty stage.
Now, it makes sense how she managed to evade me after dancing.
When she comes into the auditorium via the side door, I stand up and move out of the aisle. Taking the steps down, I meet her in front of the stage.
I reach for the cap and take it off her head. Wrapping my fingers around the back of her neck, I lean down and press a tender kiss to her mouth.
Pulling back, I lock eyes with her. “None of the we-come-from-different-worlds-shit matters to me. I want you exactly as you are, Eden.”
The fight has left her eyes, and when a tear sneaks down her cheek, I brush it away with my thumb.
“I just don’t want to embarrass you,” she admits.
“You can never do that.”
“People will talk,” she whispers.
“I don’t care what other people think. I only care about us,” I assure her.
She stares at me for a moment before wrapping her arms around my waist and burying her face against my chest.
“I’m sorry about tonight,” she says, her voice hoarse with tears. “I didn’t want you to find out like this.”
“It’s okay. I understand why you were hesitant to tell me.”
It’s the same reason I haven’t told her about the Cosa Nostra. I’d be a hypocrite if I held it against her.
I can only hope she’ll show me the same understanding when I tell her I’m a mafia boss.
I rub my hand up and down her back a few times before I take hold of her jaw and nudge her face up so she’ll look at me.
“I don’t want to hear anything about us ending things again. Okay?”
“Okay.”
I give her a kiss, then ask, “Will you dance for me?”
A smile tugs at her mouth as she nods. “Let me just change clothes.”
“Come with me.” I take her hand, and leading her backstage to where various outfits for the show are standing in rows, I look through them until I find the perfect one for Eden.
“Put this on.”
Her eyes flit between my face and the dress before she takes hold of it.
“I’ll wait in the studio for you.”
Walking away, I suck in a relieved breath of air.
Thank fuck she didn’t keep fighting me on the ‘difference’ thing. I get that it will take time for her to adjust to my lifestyle, and I’ll be as patient as she needs me to be.
Reaching the studio, I shrug my suit jacket off and drop it on one of the chairs before I take a seat. I unbutton the cuffs of my long-sleeve shirt, and roll them up to my elbows while I wait for Eden to come.
Tomorrow, I’ll give Mrs. Stafford a final warning and deal with Vivian. There’s no way she’s dancing for my company after she slapped my woman.
When Eden walks into the studio, wearing a white body suit that’s studded with diamante, my lips curve up. Chiffon falls around her like a cape, gliding around her with every step she takes.
She connects her phone to the speakers, and just like the last time she danced for me, she moves closer to me until she rests her palm against my jaw.
