Private Dance

“This way, ma’am,” the hostess led me away while Cassie and Katrina waved and winked like idiots

She led me into a smaller room that was dimly lit with blue, purple and red colors. It was quieter and more private.

The only seat available was a couch at the center of the room so I took it. It had a side table with champagne chilling in an ice bucket

“Your dancer will be with you shortly,” she said, then left me alone with the music humming low through the speakers.

I looked around, my heart beating steadily. It was just a dare for ten minutes. I could handle it, what could possibly go wrong?

He finally walked in and the air in the room changed. He took one look at me and I concluded this was a bad idea

If I thought he looked good on the stage, I had underrated his appearance. His hazel colored eyes scanned my figure, his sharp jaw clenching.

I squinted, trying to make out a tattoo trailing from the side of his neck down his arm.

His shoulders were broader than I’d clocked from a distance, and my gaze drifted lower, helplessly, counting the ridges of his abs.

The hostess turned the music on before she left us alone together, my ten minutes starting immediately

He started moving slowly, matching the low beat of the music.

The way his body moved was too smooth, too confident, like he knew exactly what he was doing to me.

He ran a hand down his chest, past his abs, stopping just above his waistband. Then he turned, giving me a full view of his back.

When he faced me again, his eyes locked on mine. His hair fell across his face and he didn’t look away, not once, as his fingers found the button of his pants.

One pop, then a slow slide of the zipper. The fabric hit the floor, leaving him in black briefs that showed way too much.

My throat went dry.

I shifted on the couch, crossing my legs like I could squeeze the want back in, like that would make it any less pathetic.

I’d spent three years building walls so high no man could climb them. And now here I was, unraveling just because one man decided to roll his hips in front of me.

He walked closer to me, and I felt my pulse quicken, betraying me. He walked around me, like I was prey and he was circling me.

His hands touched my shoulder and I shuddered. He dragged his fingers across my shoulders until he reached the nape of my neck.

For the first time in a long while, there was nothing going on in my head except for the man touching me. No business deadlines, no meeting I was thinking about, no rivals. Just him.

He leaned in until I felt his breath on my neck. His hands slid down slowly until they were almost at my chest, and then he stopped.

Part of me wished he’d finish what he started. He withdrew instead, walking to the side table to pour me a glass of champagne.

He handed it to me and I took it. I needed something to distract me from losing myself until ten minutes ran out even if it was just a drink.

His hands paused and he looked at no where in particular as though he was listening to something, maybe it was a part of his choreography

The glass was against my lips and I was about to take a sip when he took the glass back from me and poured the content on his chest

I watched as the liquid glided smoothly down his chest to his ridged abs and I followed the motion. I wished I could go on my knees and lick the droplets….

I caught myself instantly and shook my head as though I could shake the thoughts away.

I watched the droplets disappeared at the waistband of his briefs.

He crouched, grinning, looking up at me as though he had heard my thoughts. He slid his hands in between my legs and barely had to try, I had no control over my own muscles. One touch and my legs fell open.

My head screamed that I needed to leave. My body wasn’t listening.

“Isn’t the club against intimate touches with clients?” I finally managed out, my legs still open before him

He looked up at me like he didn’t expect that I would speak up. “They are. You’d tell on me?”

“Yes.” I spat out and quickly regretted it

He grinned as though he could smell my arousal

“You won’t. Don't act like you don’t want this. ”

This cocky bastard.

But he was right.

His hot breath caressed my thighs, then I felt his fingers inching towards my inner thighs

His hands went higher, inching closer and closer and……suddenly he stopped. My closed eyes flung open, and I couldn’t control the needy look I shot him

“Your ten minutes are up.”

He strode, and I watched his ass as he picked up his pants that he had taken off earlier and put them on.

He glanced at me again, that same infuriating smirk on his lips. “You look like a woman who hasn’t been touched in a very long time. Call me, I’d be more than willing, Raina”

I was still recovering from the rich bass of his voice and how it made my body vibrate when he dropped a card on the side table and walked out, the door closing behind him.

I sat there, still trembling, my skin buzzing where he’d touched me.

For the first time since my almost wedding three years ago, I wasn’t in control of anything—not my pulse, not my thoughts, not even my body.

Then it hit me.

He said my name.

I never told him my name.

How the hell did he know who I was?