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And I thought, with a grin deep in the loins of my heart: this is my kind of place.
I ordered glazed wagyu flank steak with cacao sauce. Because mama didn’t raise no fool. But as delicious as it was, as much as the meat melted in my mouth, I didn’t finish it all.
Because I knew that while I had to try their tiramisu, how could I not, how could I not see what their sweet pizza with dark chocolate, hazelnut, and black truffle tasted like? How, I ask you? How?
I couldn’t not. And Leander, Janus, and Milo agreed. Finally, something everyone agreed on. Which was good because during everyone’s salads it had been tense, and I’d been miffed, since this restaurant was too amazing an experience to ruin on pissy emotions.
So I played footsie with both twins until Milo whispered that I had to knock it off, this was not the country for that. Instead, I just ate my bread in a seductive manner. I’d dip my finger in the seasoned oil provided, and then rub it all along the long, thin cut slices of bread they served before dinner.
That improved everyone’s moods perceptibly. Or at least distracted them from each other by focusing them on me until dinner was served.
I noticed that while only Milo also ordered dessert, the twins seemed quite engaged with watching me devour every bite of mine. They seemed to especially enjoy when I licked my spoon clean. With the tiramisu, well, there was a lot of spoon licking. And it turned out the same was true of the chocolate pizza, because those little chocolate truffle bits were especially clingy, and I really had to work them with my tongue—
“All right,” Janus said, his fist hitting the table so hard as he stood up that several people at the table nearest ours looked our way. Milo waved at them and mouthed, sorry, then looked back at our group.
“I’ve got to go fucking dancing now,” Janus leaned in and whispered. “Let’s get to the clubs where grinding is allowed.”
Leander allowed a smirk at his obviously horny brother. “Why do you think I told Milo to book the hotel I did? The hotel, the clubs, they’re all right here.”
I was shocked. “But you—” I stared at Leander. “You never party.”
He shrugged. “People know me in New York. It’s exhausting.”
“What about London?”
“I used to be able to, there. These days.” He shook his head. “Not so much. But here,” he smiled and breathed in deep. “To people here I’m just one more rich prick from the West with money to blow.”
I arched an eyebrow and laughed. Leander just kept breathing in deep till his chest was filled, then he finally exhaled. All I could smell was amazing food and lots of perfume and cologne. But Leander did look more relaxed.
I guess I hadn’t realized how much it got to him, always being examined like a bug under a microscope back home, or even London. He never got a break from it, huh? Except when he came someplace far, far away like this.
I was suddenly determined to make this night good for him. No wonder he’d been so amped up getting off the plane.
I dared run a hand up Leander’s thigh and giving his cock a quick squeeze through his slacks before darting it away again, all underneath the table.
“Sounds like fun.” I winked at him, thrilling in the way his eyes and nostrils flared at me.
“Oh baby, we’re going to have fun playing tonight.” His voice was low, dangerous like it got when we were playing. “On the dance floor and off.”
24
TWIN TANGO
After dinner we hit Cavalli Club Dubai.
It was the second-best club in the entire world. At least according to the very sophisticated ranking it had been awarded by Luxury Magazine.
These were the things you learned in my business, because it was better not to just show up at the door and trust they knew who you were. I’d called ahead at all the top clubs to let them know we’d be in town and might be visiting anytime in the next two weeks.
After a check of our ID’s, the bouncer let us cut in through the front of the long line to get in. Some people pulled out phones and pointed them Leander’s way, but it was nothing to New York and no one even came up and asked him for an autograph. It felt amazing to walk around so freely.
Then, as soon as we stepped inside, my jaw dropped. Could this night get any better?
I gripped Milo’s hand. The floor was black marble and the walls sparkled. “The walls are so—”
“They’re Swarovski crystals.” Leander leaned over as he relieved me of my wrap and handed it over to a concierge who had suddenly appeared to check our coats and bags. I handed off my purse as well. “There’s over three-hundred and fifty-thousand of them studded in the walls all over the club. They spared no expense on the place.”
