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Note: We get a little raunchy here! But, then again, this vignette involves Brendon... (And my scandalous Musetta from my other story!)

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Lust

Hungry eyes passed over her in her long-limbed, sylphlike glory from across the room. Her cobalt eyes caught him in a trap, daring him to look away first. Brendon lived for attention, that was true enough, but Musetta commanded his own attention with just a quirk of her eyebrow and a curl of her glossed lips. She looked very nice tonight, Brendon noted, actually she looked nice all the time. Musetta the Heiress was a trendsetter, a staple in fashion magazines from here to Australia. To be frank, he preferred Musetta without her stylish baby doll whatever dresses and matching, printed or something heels and, instead, under (or on top of) him, whispering his name, running those long, elegant fingers through his hair, arching her body into his, and jesuschristholyfuck does she even know what that breathy laugh of hers does to him?-

A snort from Jon draws Brendon out his reverie and he continues as if nothing happened, passing by Musetta and giving her a light pinch on the bottom, winking subtly over his shoulder.