Private Performance
It wasn’t at all surprising that Robyn’s hormones were on overdrive. She was watching London’s most popular male dance troupe, after all. As well as being incredibly talented, they were also super sexy. Their rabid fans followed them everywhere, battling for front row seats, screaming and waving throughout shows, then dashing outside afterwards, hoping to catch the men leaving so they could beg for autographs and selfies. They were as obsessive as the fans of boy bands, maybe more so. Robyn got it, totally, but she wasn’t quite in that league. Not outwardly, anyway.
She, too, followed the group everywhere she possibly could, spending her hard-earned cash on the best tickets money could buy. For once, she was glad to be a City banker, meaning she could afford it withou
