The other dancers and employees only wanted drama.
And I wasn’t going to lose my favorite way to relax by fucking things up here.
“When are you done going over the stuff here at this club?” I thought it was a simple fucking question but he went all suspicious and shit on me.
Narrowing his eyes like a lunatic, he frowned. “Why?”
Complete crazy-ass idiot.
How was he going to run a club without someone with some common fucking sense? “You really want to argue with me about this question?”
“Yes.” Brass Man actually crossed his arms over his chest. “It’s leading. I’m not willing to answer unless I have more details. I’m calling yellow on that line of questioning. We can go back to talking about my club, or whatever the fuck you’re doing here as a dancer since you don’t get paid, or what do you do where you get paid, or at what point I can ogle you without looking like an asshole.”
He was totally fucking insane.
It was sexy.
“Yellow is a safeword thing, right?” He was interesting as well as nuts. “That’s like a Dom and sub thing, right?”
I was too fucking busy for porn and going to other clubs would require me to talk to stupid people who thought that if my ass was on display, they got to grab it. So for the safety of my bank account, I wasn’t going to deck any other idiots.
The cage was one of my favorite things about the club. Niko keeping his hands to himself was another. But the cage was better. It kepteveryoneoff my ass and let me tease them at the same time. Perfection.
But Brass Man had a wicked gleam in his eyes as he nodded.
“Yes. It’s a word that slows things down to let everyone think or catch their breath or just explain there was a problem.” He paused, giving me time to think and probably to let him know if I wasn’t comfortable with the topic.
I was curious—and slightly confused—but I nodded.
He was good at trusting my responses and continued without second-guessing me. “Red is often used to stop things because sometimes in role-playing and situations where we need to be able to get everything out emotionally, we want to be able to say no without having it mean no.”
I’d met way too many morons who already didn’t know that no meant no, but I understood logically where he was coming from. As long as everyone was playing by the same rules, it might work.
When he paused again, I nodded and stayed quiet so he’d continue…Brass Man’s favorite things to do so far were to check out my ass and talk.
Yep. He kept going.
It was predictable and a good thing because I wasn’t sure what I would’ve said—a first for me and honestly a bit disconcerting. Trust was not my middle name.
Drama queen was.
“So for me personally, and for the club in general once we’re up and running, red is everything fucking stops, yellow is slow down and let’s figure shit out, green is good to go.” Professor Brass Man was just as cute as the businessman variety, but I had to admit that might’ve been because the topic was sex.
It was actually interesting, though.
Since his third favorite thing seemed to be trying to get my attention, I wasn’t surprised when his naughty grin flashed. “For example, you’re in my club while we’re dating and you wanted to dance and have every eye on you…and as the King of the Attention Whores, that would be your right…so I’d turn the music up and let you get it all out.”
Brass fucking balls.
His smirk said he knew it too but he just kept going. “However, if you did something that made me uncomfortable or if I pushed you too much, either one of us says yellow and everyone knows it’s not part of the scene…the role-playing, if you will.”
Hmm.
“Queen of the Attention Whores, peasant. High heels and sparkly things look fabulous on me.” That had his eyes twinkling again, but he didn’t run and he didn’t question me.
Brass Man was smart…and it made poking him even more fun.
Poking him also gave me time to think about what he’d said. Everything else made sense in theory, but his example was interesting. “You’d let me dance in your club?”
