His Turn to Play.

It didn't take long for Justin to figure out what stunned him more: Aaron's first kick on the drums or the girl he spotted in the crowd. What was Emily Hayes doing in this private club? Was she from their circle or something?

The guests on the dance floor went into a strange trance, reeking of wild energy, permissiveness and sex.

Evans thought she was an ordinary naive girl, obviously not knowing the male body, but no. The way the girl moved, her alluring hips and thin waist, pulled into a tight-fitting corset - she knew exactly how her body affects men.

Maybe he wouldn't even notice her. There was a couple of dozen like her. But that bright lavender hair caught the guy's eye.

Justin remembered how soft they were when Emily fell on top of him. And now he madly wanted to bury his fingers in them, squeeze them in his fist and pull them towards him until a moan of pleasure escaped the girl's lips. Punish her for misleading him.