Towering Splendor

...Cassandra POV...

In all of my five-foot-four splendor and glory, I tower a table of six men. One of these men is my new playboy, Christian Caine. The very same one that not but a few minutes ago left me frustrated and hanging, once again. So this, this will be my payback to him

To make this even more unbearable, I have his favorite color on. See, he is not a man that is hung up on your ordinary black or white; he is more a deep pink kind of man. And believe me, when he sees this one, he is going to wish he never left the ladies in the first place

I wait for Kyle to let the music begin; I have a very wide eye Christian staring at me. "Princess, what are you doing?"

"Can you not work on the floor?"

"You know that wise mouth will get you into trouble."

"Mmm. Now that you mention we have not tried that one yet."

"Now, please, princess, get off the table."

"I will as soon as I finished my table dance for you and the boys.