Chapter Nine

I smile back. This was an easy one. Yassa…. Yeah… yeah…. I got him. Despite that, I feel lacking in my accomplishments.

I want to hook him more. Making him regret what he thought was a game he could win.

I bring on the moves I had kept for Don Mauro tonight.

I open one button in my trouser and my bikini strings are visible, my trouser pulled lower in my waist, giving my waist definition as I whine it.

Turning the floor to a seductive dance floor.

My target is to make him come over to the dance floor and embarrass him.

He is the only one in the club not moving an inch in his body.

He feels as if he is in the wrong room. Probably because I do not think he can dance.

And I think he is worried about losing his position on a high horse. To becoming a laughingstock for a whole club already trembling under his feet.

I am determined to do it.

To hook him more to a point where I would be proud of myself for still having that influence on a young and powerful man like him at my age. I a