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“I prefer boring.” It meant Perry’s life wasn’t on the line, and I wasn’t concerned about someone taking him down. That didn’t mean I didn’t worry about him. How could I not with his asshole uncle making more enemies every day?
Perry said they’d never come for him, not again. That his uncle’s shit wasn’t Perry’s and nothing had happened to Perry in years. He was wrong. If someone truly wanted to hurt Jordan Sr., they’d do it through his family first.
Dexen drummed his fingers on the table while his eyes swept the room. He was sharp, letting nothing slip past him. “You came on a good night.”
I nodded again. I came because I needed to fix myself and didn’t know how else to do it. Watching other men, trying to get Perry off my mind, seemed like a good idea while I drove here. Now I wasn’t so sure.
A waiter came by with a glass of clear liquid and ice, putting it in front of me. I frowned and nudged it away. I had already waved them off once.
A chuckle drew my gaze to Dexen. “It’s Sprite, relax. I know you don’t like to drink. So does everyone who works here. It’s in your file.” Right. The paperwork I had to fill out to apply for a membership. The one Dexen told me to complete, shoving a laptop into my hands to do it online. Damn, that was forever ago.
The music changed and a man was revealed from behind the curtain. Dexen didn’t get up. Simply sat back and spread his legs wider to get comfortable with his arm propped on the table. I didn’t pay him any mind after that. Not when the man on stage worked his body in a way I didn’t realize was possible.
I was transfixed. Everything about him was stunning. Slightly defined muscles rippled along his abdomen, smaller in size, but no less appealing. Forearms, biceps, pecs, every movement drew my eyes to another part of his body as he flexed various muscles while he danced.
Holy shit, he was amazing.
My dick thickened. I had to adjust myself as it begged to be set free and taken in hand. This wasn’t the type of club where men whipped out their dicks. I wouldn’t do it if it was. But fuck me, I was hard.
The last time I was this solid was when I jerked it in the shower this morning, thinking about Perry on his knees for me so I could quiet that fire-wielding mouth of his. How I longed to shut him up in the best way.
I was so wrapped up in the performance, I didn’t realize it ended and there was a new dancer entering the stage until I heard Dexen’s chuckle. I had to blink a few times to bring myself back to reality.
He stood by my side. Had he left and I didn’t notice? That wasn’t like me. I saw everything. Then again, I’d never had literal sin so close to me before.
“Come on,” he said. “I have a surprise for you.”
My brow furrowed. “Why?”
“Just get moving, big guy.”
I snorted.Big guy.Dexen was the same damn size as me.
We climbed the stairs to the third level of the building, where there was a softly lit hallway of closed doors. Each had a number on it. Well-spaced apart. Had he decided to move on from dancers to provide other services?
“No,” he said, as if he read my mind. “This is another dance. A private one.” He stopped in front of a door that readVIP 1in bold gold. “There are some rules. No kissing, no touching, no nothing. If anything is off-limits for you, you tell him from the start. Otherwise, he’ll do what he does best.”
“What’s that?” I asked, even though I already knew.
“Blow your motherfucking mind.”
“What do I owe you?” This didn’t come free. Everything in Untouchable came with a high price tag. One I could afford to pay, thanks to being the personal bodyguard to Perry and the stake I owned in PJS. Not that I liked to indulge often.
“On the house. Maybe it will coax you into coming around more often. To see me and…” He shrugged. Wily bastard. He was up to something. He jutted his chin toward the door but before he left, he leaned close to whisper, “You’re one of the few I’d allow to break the rules. Now, to wonder if you actually will.” He entered a code on the pad, unlocking the door, then was gone like he’d never been there to begin with.
What the hell did he get me into? Dexen wouldn’t hurt me. He liked to push my boundaries. Something I learned early on in our friendship when he would spar with me to see how far I would go.
I steeled myself and pushed the door open the rest of the way. The vixen from the stage who held me ensnared was sitting on the love seat in the room. The lights were so low, I had to give my eyes time to adjust. I thought I heard a small intake of breath but couldn’t be sure.
The space was big with plenty of room for him to dance. The love seat sat on the wall to my left. Elegant lamps on either end, casting their soft lights on him, the main event. Across from me was another door, presumably the one he came in through. To my right was an armoire with scrollwork along the edges I couldn’t make out the exact detail of due to the light.
“Are you coming in?” the vixen purred. Everything about him screamed man, but the term vixen stuck and wouldn’t leave.
I swallowed down the lump in my throat, hoping it would also untie my tongue. I didn’t speak a lot to most people because I didn’t like most people, but I wanted to say something, anything, to him. Too bad I couldn’t.
Stepping farther inside, the door shut behind me, the lock engaging automatically. Normally, I’d feel trapped, focus on how quickly I could exit if need be. Instead, I was right where I was meant to be. Under the scorching gaze of the man who stood and walked to me with so much sex appeal it bled from him.
He wore the same outfit he did on stage when he first appeared from behind the curtain. His ass flexed beneath the fabric as he walked in a slow circle around me. Jesus, he wasn’t even touching me, and I was trembling. This wasn’t like me. I was steadfast. Assured. Always in charge.
