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He winced. “That’s right. Thanks for doing that, by the way.”
“Any time, boss. I love them, and I’m always happy to make a fantasy come true.”
“Speaking of, they’re over there.” He gestured to the raised area along the wall on the other side of the room. “Why don’t you take them some drinks—on the house.”
“Yes, sir.”
He mixed a lemon drop with sugar on the rim and poured two glasses of his top bourbon.
“Three?” I asked.
“They have a friend with them tonight.”
Oh fuck.
There was no way it wasn’t him, and I was about to walk right into everything I’d been avoiding. But I had a job to do, and it wasn’t to become a puddle of goop at some guy’s feet because just his stare made me wet, and I’d been dreaming of him since I walked away.
“Have fun,” Charlotte said with a sly smile. “You’re one lucky bitch. They’re both hot as hell.”
“Oh, I plan to.” With a playful flip of my hair, I easily lifted the tray of drinks and made my way through the crowd.
The current floating from person to person carried a higher energy—sexier. The room hummed with it, bringing each customer’s skin alive. Their eyes gleamed with a wild light—their smiles tinged with devious joy.
Voyeur was known as the place to be if you wanted to not only watch but also be seen. Only employees could perform in the private rooms, but patrons could do as they wanted everywhere else. Just usually with discretion. There was something to be said about hiking your dress up just enough to let a man slip his cock into you and fuck you softly—with someone five feet away. Were they watching? Did they know? Did they like what they saw? Would you get caught?
It all added to the tension Voyeur promised.
Partners slid hands under clothing on the dance floor.
Men and women spread their legs for others in the seats tucked off to the side.
Lovers bit their lips, holding back their cries as they fucked in the dark corners.
Not tonight, though.
Passing the tables in the middle of the room, a woman sat on top, leaning back with her mouth open in pleasure. More than two sets of hands roamed her body, tugging her top down and plucking at her nipples. All while her dress bunched at her waist, and a dark head worked between her thighs.
It was exactly what Daniel promised. A night of lust, passion, and immoral delights. Members chomped at the bit to pay the astronomical price for the special event—ready to support the good cause.
Making it across the room, I smiled when I saw the happy couple.
“Your drinks,” I greeted.
I passed the glasses to two of my favorite customers—Ian and Carina Bergamo.
“Yum,” Carina exclaimed, chasing the sugar-lined rim with her tongue.
“Thanks, Mar,” Ian said.
“That last drink is mine.” His voice came from just out of my line of sight.
The deep timber stroked my neck, sending chills down my back, urging me to turn and find the man it was attached to. Just as it had the first time, his voice called to me—wrapped around me—demanding I stay right where he wanted me. With a deep breath, I slipped my professional mask in place and faced him.
If I thought he was addictively captivating before, it was nothing compared to seeing him enmeshed in the sexy atmosphere at Voyeur. I looked up, up, up, finding the same dark eyes with hints of blue sparking with the all-too-familiar arrogance.
It was that gloating confidence that made it easier to ignore the broad shoulders, salt and pepper scruff that had been missing before, and lips that promised sin. It was exactly what I needed to keep at least some control over myself.
“Here you go.” I passed him his glass, making sure not to brush my fingers with his. His gravity begged me to curl up at his feet. If I touched him, my resolve to keep my distance may shatter.
