TWENTY EIGHT

DAMON

Without uttering a word, I followed Lucius. I followed him until we ended up in front of a room that was shielded by heavy curtains.

As the curtains were drawn apart, a large couch was revealed. Seated on the couch was a woman who maintained a very seductive pose.

As her playful eyes followed Lucius's and my movements, she said, "Welcome boys. Would you like a dance?"

While I made sure I had a respectful look on my face, I had my seat quite far from her. For a second, I grazed my sight through her body which was shielded by a simple robe that contradicted the bold makeup on her face.

Her hair danced as she sharply turned in my direction after Lucius walked out of the room.

"A dance?" she asked as I threw a gentle smile in her direction.

"No," my hands quickly gestured, "thank you. You don't have to."

"I have to get paid either way. Even if I don't give you a dance," she got up and began to walk toward me, "I have to get paid."

"Oh." A slight chuckle escaped my lips.