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Chapter Six
Rémy
Taking a seat at the table reserved for my family, I sigh in relief. Tristan graciously took care of escorting Brittney out to the parking lot. The fact she’d seriously try to use a fake sonogram to pull me in says enough about the type of woman she is.
I’m going to have to do something else about the situation. Something’s gotta give when it comes to Brittney not signing the papers. I know she’s not pregnant with my child. Hell, I don’t think she’s even pregnant at all.
Deep in thought, debating what I should do next, I don’t notice Félix sitting across from me until he’s there.
“Didn’t know you were coming tonight.” He grunts.
“I wasn’t going to, but here I am. Thanks to someone showing up at our club unannounced,” I mutter, sipping on my scotch. “What are you doing here?”
“Madelaine wanted to be here ‘Opening Night’ for Cora and all.” He shrugs, surveys the crowd, and flags one of the waitresses to bring him a drink. “Tickets for tonight’s burlesque performance are sold out. It seems this woman will do well for the club.”
“Yeah, I suppose she will.” I knew tickets had gone quickly. We have a set number of clientele we can allow in each section of Diamond Dancers. Between the strip, burlesque, and full nude, we’ve always done well. Each section of the club has its own theme: the strip side of things is more pop culture with elegance.
The full nude is a smaller section and costs a mint to get in. This room is set up with small round tables. Each setup has two leather square armchairs. It’s meant to be about comfort while watching the show.
When it comes to burlesque, it holds a fifties vibe. Clientele is expected to dress with a certain etiquette to match the theme. The club’s dancers are free to choose their routines as long as it’s erotic and seductive. The point of the show is to keep clients coming back.
It’s one of the reasons we’re packed tonight. They know they’re in for a show. Cora was given the week to rehearse and get ready for her opening number tonight. My heart is pulsating in my chest, leaving me anxious to see what she’ll do.
“Finn and Olivia should be here soon,” Félix says, pulling me from my thoughts.
“They are?” I frown. I didn’t know they were coming. I was just there—why didn’t they tell me?
“Yeah, evidently, our sister’s craving some beignets and will only accept fresh ones from her favorite café here in New Orleans.” He chuckles, glancing behind me, and smiles when Madelaine approaches our table. “Everything ready?”
“Of course, Cora’s all set. I mean, the woman has performed in front ofthousandsof people—this is nothing compared to that.” She giggles, wrapping her arm around my brother’s shoulders and sitting on his lap. Normally we have a U-shaped booth, but with our numbers growing, we decided to change the booth to a table with chairs matching the rest of the room. It’s large enough for those who are here, and we can add additional seats when or if others come.
The music changes, and my gaze is drawn to the stage. For Cora’s performance, Madelaine suggested we go with live jazz. I didn’t have a problem with it as long as the band wasn’t in the way. My eyes are glued to the center of the stage, watching as the band plays a song I recognize, “Ain’t No Sunshine (When She’s Gone).”
The sax player picks up his tone as Cora makes her entrance. My cock thickens at the mere sight of her. She’s got her face shielded slightly with a top hat with pink feathers in the back. I grip my glass tightly as I take in the pink floor-length dress with black lace at the top and a bow right under her breasts. She moves gracefully around the stage, keeping a slow, entrancing momentum.
When she pulls a chair to the center of the stage, she lifts a black stiletto onto the seat. And oh,man, as she does this, the dress splits. Cora grasps the bottom hem and removes the rest of it while gyrating her hips.
She’s amazing, and as she stares at the audience, I swear she’s looking right at me—like she’s dancing for my eyes only tonight.
By the time she finishes her dance, I’m battling with myself to go backstage. Especially when she’s only wearing pasties, barely-there panties, a garter belt, and knee-high stockings. And damn, those come-fuck-me heels. I can imagine them digging into my back while I take her.
The lights dim, and then she’s gone.
“So, what did you think?” Madelaine asks, grinning like a loon.
“Have to say she’s definitely worth the wait.” Félix chuckles.
I nod in agreement. I don’t think words can describe the way she looks on that stage—the way she moved—entrancing everyone watching her.
“You would never notice how nervous she was tonight,” Madelaine says. “I don’t know why, though. She’s used to this kind of crowd.”
I wonder why she was nervous. Could it be because of me?
I know I’ve got a rule about being with employees, but damnit, Iwanther.
Madelaine leans forward with a knowing smile. “You know, some rules are meant to be broken.”
Glancing from her to my brother, I see him grinning at me too. “She’s right. If you want something, you gotta go for it.”
