Time to give him a little personal one-on-one.
I slinked through the tables until I reached his, and then immediately turned my back on Dimitri Stavros, something no one in their right mind would do. Arching forward, I grabbed hold of my ankles and shook my sweet ass, giving him a view he couldn’t resist.
That was the hope, anyway, but just in case…
I straightened and spun around, and sure enough, those dark eyes weren’t looking anywhere but right at me.
I’d seen photos of Dimitri, but being in his orbit slapped me in the face in a way I hadn’t expected. Of course I knew the man was attractive, even with the scar that marred his cheek, so that wasn’t a surprise.
Whatwassurprising was the intensity of the power and magnetism radiating off him. It scorched my skin and left mebreathless as we locked eyes. There was hunger in his gaze, yes, but also a confidence that would’ve rattled anyone, and had I not been prepared to seduce, I might’ve lost my footing.
In one swift move, I lifted my foot onto the table, slamming the heel into the wood and shaking the glasses. Dimitri didn’t flinch as his eyes traveled down my body. Taking advantage of his attention, I unfastened the corset and tossed it into his lap, and a thrill ran through me at the way he lifted it to his nose. He took a deep inhale, his eyes meeting mine again until I moved my hips in a way that had his gaze dropping to my covered—and getting harder—cock.
If I happened to bust out of it, that wouldn’t be theworstthing.
Leaving Dimitriwantingwas the plan, so as much as I found myself enjoying this little one-on-one, I dropped my leg and continued moving about the room, back toward the stage, shaking my ass in a way that incited whistles and catcalls.
For a brief moment, I wondered why I’d stopped performing all those years ago, until I remembered that being a man of leisure suited me more. That didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy the hell out of this rare moment in time.
I sashayed back onto the stage, made a big show of bending over to retrieve my cape, then draped it around my shoulders. I glanced back at Dimitri, and as I reached beneath the luxurious material and removed the final garment, I twirled the G-string around my finger, winked at him, then flicked it off to the side of the stage as the lights went dark.
A roar of applause filled the immediate silence, and though I couldn’t see the crowd, I could feel Dimitri’s gaze on me as I strutted off the stage.
The manager was waiting in the wings, a smile stretched wide across her lips as she nodded. “I have a feeling they’ll be fighting for a seat the next time you’re on stage.”
“Well then,très chère, my job here is done.”
She hurried ahead of me, rattling off something in Arabic as we made our way back to the dressing rooms, where a flurry of activity was taking place—garments, makeup, wigs, and heels flying everywhere as the next performer brushed by me and headed toward the manager.
I almost wished them luck, because they were going to need it following after me. But then I remembered the reason I was there and decided to keep my well wishes to myself. I needed Dimitri’s focus to remain on me, so maybe I’d work on manifesting an electrical issue with the lights instead.
As the dressing room emptied out and the chaos died down, I slipped into my silk robe and settled into a makeup chair, where I pulled out my phone and brought up a new text.
Fish is on the hook
I hit send.
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DIMITRI
“WE HAVE TO move quickly if we want to?—”
I held my hand up, cutting off Caesar’s words as the performer who’d just given me a private show took to the stage again to wrap things up.
Whoever he was, he was mesmerizing. Even though the club offered up some of the most beautiful, talented dancers for patrons to admire, it wasn’t often that one caught my attention.
The man bent down to grab hold of his cape, giving one last look at his perfect, plump ass before it was covered up. Then he turned around, locked eyes with me, and began to spin his G-string around his finger.
I hadn’t even seen him take it off, the sly minx.
Like he knew, he shot me a wink and tossed the G-string off the stage, and the room went pitch black.
All around me erupted cheers from thoroughly entertained club guests, but I sat there in stillness until the lights came back up.
“Like I was saying, I think we need to—” Caesar started again, but I cut him off with a glance and gestured to one of my bodyguards nearby.
“Get it.”Without a word, he headed off, and I turned back to Caesar. “Go ahead.”
