I could feel his instant panic and couldn’t help but smirk.
“Relax. All is well.”
He didn’t seem to heed the message, remaining tense and on alert. “Can I bring you another bottle?” he said, gesturing to the empty one on the table.
“No.”
Drumming my fingers along the arm of the chair, I waited as the next performer took the stage, but when the man’s hood came down, it wasn’t the one I was hoping to see again.
The manager must’ve heard my sigh, because he cleared his throat. “Are you…satisfied with the dancers this evening?”
Lights reflected off the performer’s dark, oiled-down skin as he lowered into a split and ripped off his skirt. “They’re fine,” I said.
“Perhaps there’s one who caught your eye that could entertain you? Or two? Three? However many you’d like.”
I turned to the manager and cocked my head. “Thereissomething I would like.”
“Of course. Anything.”
Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out the G-string and held it up with the tip of my finger. “The one who wore this. I want him at my gala next week.”
He hesitantly reached for the thong, but I balled it in my fist and shoved it back in my pocket.
“Uh, I’m not sure which of the dancers that belonged to?—”
“The new guy.”
“Benoit?”
“Have him at my place.”
“Consider it done.” He lowered his head in a bow that I didn’t acknowledge as I continued mindlessly watching the show.
Tonight wouldn’t be the night to indulge in my baser desires, no. But I was used to biding my time, waiting for the right moment, the right person, the right opportunity. This would be no different.
Friday, Benoit would be mine.
3
DIMITRI
“ANOTHER ROUND OF applause, if you please, for the breathtaking Benoit Olivier.”
The gala attendees exploded into cheers as Benoit stepped to the edge of the stage and basked in the adulation cast his way.
I’d been making my rounds at the gala, touching base with each and every guest on the exclusive list, but when Benoit performed I made sure to stop and watch. He was just as mesmerizing as he’d been that last time I saw him, even without the private show.
He blew kisses out into the crowd, his toned body on full display with just a scrap of red lace covering his impressive bulge. With the way he captured the attention of everyone at the party, it’d been a wise idea to bring him, and not only for my…personal inclinations. There were conversations that needed to happen between me, my team, and a couple of buyers that wanted to keep their presence unnoticed, so Benoit would be performing an encore within the hour.
The man was an impressive distraction.
Like he could hear my thoughts, Benoit turned in my direction, finding me immediately and winking. Then he slid histhumbs beneath the sides of his G-string again, only this time he didn’t pull it off. He lowered the strings down below his pelvis, teasing in a way that felt personal. At least, my dick took it personally. This little show was for me.
An appreciation for the booking? A way to tantalize the boss? Something else?
Sliding my hands in my pockets, I cocked my head, daring him to add another G-string to my collection. Benoit arched a brow, sliding the sides down lower until we could glimpse the base of his cock.
A man who flirted with danger and tested the boundaries of how far he could go? I could use someone like that, especially when they moved their body the way Benoit did.
