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Corentina laughs, "Well it doesn't look like he wants to break up our party and if the way all these other women are staring at him is any indication ththen he wont be without company for very long Go on take a shot What is the worst that can happen?"
I look over my shoulder again and see that he's still staring at me. Fuck it, maybe this night can get a little better.
Walking up the few stairs that lead to the VIP section where he's standing, I feel my palms start to get a little sweaty. It's not like I'm asking the man to marry me or anything like that. I just want to have a little fun.
"Hey." I say when I get close enough for him to hear me.
"Hey, you." He replies before he turns completely focusing on me. "You don't work here right?"
I jerk back slighlty a bit miffed that he'd automatically assume that I was a working girl. "Why the hell would you think that?"
"No one stopped you from coming up here. Last I saw there was a hefty fee." He shrugs one shoulder, not even slightly put off by my attitude.
"Oh, no, well... I know the owner." I'm not going to give him the information when my own sistes don't know.
"Friends in high places." He tilts his head once before he puts his hand out for me to shake. "I'm Trey."
"Sabine. Nice to meet you Trey." I move in a little closer just trying to make sure that sizzle I felt when I was downstairs with my sisters is still there. It's not only still there but amplified.
"Nice to meet you as well. So you having a good tme tonight?" He asks picking his glass up and taking a long sip of his drink.
"For sure but I think you might be able to help me have an even better time." I raise an eyebrow and wait to see if he'll rise to the challenge.
"I hope I can. Is there something in particular you had in mind?" His the fingers of one hand along the edge of his glass and my eyes are drawn to them. Big hands, rough and peppered with small scars. It looks lie he's spent his entire life fighting. I like that.
"How do you feel about getting somewhere a little quieter. Just upstairs?" I ask before I point to a small window that overlooks the dancefloor. It's specifically for private parties but there's none booked for tonight.
"Ah, yeah, you think you're friend will be okay that you're up there?" He questions, his eyebrows furrowing slightly.
"Without a doubt." I answer before I put one finger up and go down to where Corentina and Olivia are.
"Oh my god, what are you about to do?" Olivia squeels when I come rushing in their direction.
"I'm about to go have a good time. You two going to be okay?" My eyes bounce between the two of them.
"For sure, if you're not back before it's time to go, I'll send you a text that we're going to be on our way. You do the same okay. Once you finish with your boytoy, text us so we know you're okay." Corentina orders me.
"You got it." I give both of them a kiss on the cheeks before I turn and go back over to where Trey is.
"That was quick." he says before stepping a bit closer to me.
"I just went to tell them what I was doing so they wouldn't worry. Last thing I need is a bunch of cops coming to haul you away." or my brothers for that matter.
"Much appreciated. Are we ready to go?" He turns and offers me his arm.
I grab hold of it and give it a slight squeeze. Fucking hell, the man is solid under his clothes too. I don't know what he's doing in this club alone but I'm glad I forced myself out of bed tonight.
On the way to the back stairs I grab hold of one of the servers to let them know that I'll be upstairs with my guest and I'm not to be disturbed. When she acknowledges, Trey and I continue on our way. The stairs up to the private area is black metal and my heels click on each step and I hear Trey lumbering up behind me. His hand on my lower back just light enough that I barely realize it but ever present just in case I stumble.
I open the door at the top of the stair case and am pleased to see that the space is cleaned and properly furnished. We'd yet to have a party and part of me suspected that it wouldn't be finished.
"Wow, this is nice. Definetely lends to the mood." Trey says and I have to gasp when I hear his voice.
Up here the music is muffled so we can talk normally without having to compete with the pounding bass. His voice is smooth and deep. The kind of voice I wouldn't mind listening to while he's buried deep inside of me.
"Talk about lending to the mood. You got one hell of a voice there."
He chuckles, a gruff sound that makes my toes curl. "I'm happy you approve."
