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music as I made my way to the front row, and as I looked around, I found myself actually smiling. There was something about being here amongst the sweaty crowd, dim lighting and grimy seats which made me feel….alive. I wasn’t usually an adrenaline junkie, but the hot rush of blood to my face I was experiencing right now felt good.
    The smile faded from my face only seconds later as I felt a large, callused hand groping my ass.
    Whirling around, I saw two tattooed guys leering at me from their seats. “Hey, sweetheart,” the one who’d grabbed me said, obviously mistaking my about-face for interest. “Why don’t you come sit with me? Gimme some brown sugar!”
    Was he freaking serious? Just…no.
    I crossed my arms. “Touch me like that again, and I’ll be more than happy to touch you back…with the can of mace I have in my handbag.”
    Okay, so that wasn’t the most intelligent or witty of comebacks, but this guy didn’t exactly look like a literary genius, so I doubt he’d noticed.
    He looked surprised at my words, and to be honest, I’d surprised myself a little. I wasn’t usually the type to stand up for myself so brazenly, but being in this atmosphere with all the adrenaline flowing through me had suddenly given me the urge to do so. And thank god, because the prick deserved it. I mean, brown sugar? Really?
    “Sorry,” he mumbled, and under his breath I heard him add, ‘ bitch’.
    Whatever. I didn’t have time to care about what some random redneck asshole thought of me.
    I headed farther down the steps, and when I’d reached the front row, I saw that they were thankfully numbered; tiny inscriptions on the top of the chairs that I’d almost missed without my glasses on.
    I made my way to my seat just in time, because the music stopped a moment later, and a deep man’s voice came over the loudspeakers, announcing the arrival of the two fighters.
    The first was called Mac something-rather, and he stepped out onto the stage that ran around the edge of the cage, grinning as he flexed and fist-pumped at the whooping crowd. His lips curled into a grin as a girl quite literally threw her panties at him, and I took in his crooked nose, bright smile and tribal-inspired tattoos which coiled their way over his arms and biceps. Hmm…he was pretty hot, in a rough kinda way, but nowhere near as hot as Kaiden.
    Then again, these fights weren’t being judged on sexiness. This Mac guy looked like he could fight.
    The whole room practically vibrated from the clapping and screeching as Kaiden’s name was announced a few minutes later, and my heart leaped into my mouth as he stepped out onto the octagonal stage and did a slow lap around it, waving to the crowd and smirking at girls as they screamed and waved, begging for just one wink from him.
    God, he was even sexier in person.
    He grinned and flexed as he came to a standstill not far from me, his muscles rippling under his T-shirt and his tattoos dancing across his skin. My tongue was cactus dry as his gaze came to rest on me a second later, and for an elated second, I thought he actually recognized me. He seemed to be looking directly at me, those wicked blue eyes dancing over my face and cleavage, and I gave him a shy smile and wave before realizing he wasn’t looking at me at all.
    No, by now I’d realized he was looking at a pretty redheaded girl sitting one row behind me to the left. I’d nervously glanced away from Kaiden for a brief second, and that was when I’d seen her over my shoulder, lifting her shirt and flashing her breasts at him. I had to admit, they were nice breasts, complete with silver nipple rings to add some extra interest, but still…it stung more than I thought it would to realize Kaiden hadn’t even noticed me sitting right here.
    His gaze traveled back from the girl to me, and my stomach flipped with nervous excitement. Maybe he’d finally noticed me now? Nope. Once again, his eyes glazed over as they quickly swept right over me