Is This Loveby Whitesnake, comes on and I walk up to the dance floor, but Nathan beats me to Mimi.
“Hey, Mimi. Dance with me,” he demands as he grabs her hand and pulls her body close to his.
Where the hell is Ms. Six Inches when you need her?
“I was actually going to dance with Seamus.” She looks over his shoulder at me as I walk up behind him.
He glances over at me with a sinister fucking smile. “Semen here doesn’t mind sharing. Do you?”
“Actually, I do.” My voice is deep and hostile.
“Come on, man. She’ll like it, I promise.” He pumps his groin on her as he wraps his hand around the back of her neck, and I see red.
But I’m not the only one, because Mimi steps out of his graspand punches him straight in the nose, stunning literally everyone.
“You bitch!” he yells, holding his nose. She probably didn’t hit it hard enough to break it, but it’s bleeding and everyone is getting a good laugh out of it.
“Don’t ever touch me like that again.” She points at him, stepping back further.
“Come on.” I interlace my fingers in hers, leading her toward the exit and leaving everyone else behind before we draw too much attention and never get the hell out of here.
22
NAOMI
Present Day
“Thank you, everyone, for joining me today.” I welcome the class and introduce myself to the unexpectedly large group of people. Ember is standing at the edge of the open theater area, counting heads and looking gorgeous as ever with her long, red hair and sophisticated jumpsuit.
She’s young, maybe in her early to mid-twenties, but wise, far beyond her years, exuding a confidence I don’t see in many people. She’s been able to coordinate this event in a short amount of time, and the promotion of it was so well marketed, that she shattered the original goal of ten couples and there is now a waitlist for the next class.
We had planned to have the class in the mid-afternoon, before the club officially opened so it was private and more intimate. That way we could use the open theater area instead of clearing out the private room with less space.
So, instead of teaching in front of a small class of people, I’m currently on a stage and I’m going to be guiding people through the sensuality of tantric massage.
I’ve never been nervous teaching, but this is definitely a whole other level.
We were able to comfortably get fifteen couples in here, some cuddling closely together holding each other, while some others sit next to each other holding notepads. It’s easy to tell who will be more willing to participate or not.
This club is the perfect setting for this class, knowing the openness that people need to have during the session.
All of the couples are all members and none I recognize. However, I do spot Window Yelling Guy, who Ember introduced me to before class started as Dane. Apparently, he went to school with Hudson and has been friends with the guys for quite some time.
Even though I only chatted with him for a couple of minutes, we immediately connected due to his lighthearted, fun personality. He is definitely more easy going than both Hudson and Seamus, who both hold a more serious demeanor in different ways.
Hudson is professional and kind. Seamus is just…Seamus.
Especially right now.
Standing like a statue in the corner of the room, he looks extra cranky today. His dark eyes match his all black, fitted to perfection black suit, dressed like a secret service agent runway model. His broad shoulders hold the confidence of someone in his position, his body in full control, giving nothing away.
Still, he looks delicious and edible, and it’ssoannoying.
I’m unsure how it’s possible that I was attracted to young, playful Seamus and now, I’m drawn to the older doppelgänger, stick-in-the-mud Seamus. They are night and day, two different people, which leads me to believe that maybe I don’t have a specific type of guy. Maybe my type is just Seamus.
“Today we’re going to be learning the art of Tantric massage. For those of you who are not aware—” I glance around and see Dane sitting, all smiles next to Hudson, and I snort out a giggle.Ember definitely didn’t give them details about what this class is, if Hudson agreed to be here as Dane’s partner. “—Tantric massage is a sensual, full body experience.”
Hudson’s brows pinch together as he turns to look at Dane. Dane isn’t fazed by this, giving me his full attention.
