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She couldn’t deny this man anything.
Standing, she made her way over to him.
“Fellas, I need to introduce you to my lady,” London announced, wrapping an arm around her waist.
Alana blinked.
Did he just say she was his woman?
The newcomers nodded to her. They looked familiar, but she couldn’t place from where. Clutching her glass, she smiled nervously at them all.
“This is Liam, Mark, and Scott. They’re all signed to Primetime,” he informed her.
“Now I know why we haven’t seen much of London.” Liam laughed, reaching out to shake her hand.
“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” she asked.
“Good thing,” Mark chimed in, taking her hand next. “Are you signed to Primetime? I swear this man never quits working. The only thing that would stop him would be if he’d met a beautiful woman like you.”
“No. We live in the same building.”
“Don’t worry about where I found her,” London snorted. “And no, she doesn’t have a sister.”
They all shared a laugh. Alana scanned the area and found a bathroom located not too far from them.
“I’ll be right back.” In his ear, she whispered, “Bathroom.”
“Hurry back.”
Pressing a kiss to her cheek, she smiled and made her way to the ladies’ room.
When she entered, she found a small line. Keeping to herself, she waited her turn as she listened to the women speak about the men they had their eyes on.
This was so not her.
Compared to their barely there dresses, Alana had played it safe with one that was formfitting, but allowed her to show off her curves, look feminine, and had brought a gleam of heat to London’s eyes.
She wished Sofie was here with her, giving her a buffer. Alana and Sofie were notorious for people watching, and they would’ve had a ball tonight.
Her turn came up, and she quickly did her business. Washing her hands, she walked out and made her way toward London. A raucous cheer went up from where they were standing, and a waiter was delivering another round of shots. She hoped it meant that Khalil was signing with Primetime. London had worked so hard to woo the basketball star.
The bottom of Alana’s stomach gave way at the sight of the women surrounding London and the guys. She took a deep breath and blew it out slowly, trying not to be the jealous woman. She knew who he was going home with, but it didn’t mean she wouldn’t scratch out the eyes of the ones standing too close to him. Khalil and the others, she couldn’t care less about.
“Excuse me,” she murmured, trying to make her way back to London. The women were crowding around, all trying to catch them an athlete, and apparently a sports agent.
Not on her watch, they weren’t. They could have any of the athletes, but not her man.
She elbowed her way through until she stood next to a woman who was clearly trying to put the moves on London.
“I said, can we get out of here?” the blonde bimbo giggled.
“You sure can,” Alana snapped, grabbing her attention. “But not with him.”
“Excuse me?”
“Move.”
Blondie’s girlfriends pulled her away, apparently sensing the daggers Alana was shooting from her eyes.
