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“Yes, very much. You dance like you’ve been doing it all your life.”
The insight was lovely and appreciated. “I have been. My parents were dancers.”
“It shows. You look like a butterfly, blowing in a warm breeze when you dance. It’s effortless. It’s almost as if you’re not there, but your mind is far, in some paradise that only you know.”
My breath was taken from me again by his words given in a gruff, low tone. “Very poetic. Thank you. That may be the best compliment I’ve ever gotten.”
“I’m glad. I was hoping to make a good impression.”
“You did. You have.”
“Good,” he whispered, then withdrew his hand.
I left my hand where it was, hoping to imply I was open to him touching it again. For a long while we just spoke about things. He wouldn’t give me much to go on about his true identity, but he did ask me to call him B. Just the letter, B.
B let me go on and on about my family, my childhood, my work. I told him more about myself in that couple of hours than I’d told anyone who hadn’t known me from childhood. Even with Jeffery, I’d held back some.
Speaking to a man in a mask, however, someone unknown to me, it was much like confessing to someone on the internet. It felt safer, like the person didn’t really know me so it wasn’t like he would know to use any information against me.
That was crazy, but that’s how it felt. We went through three juices and a bowl of peanuts before he whispered, “I think someone is trying to get your attention.”
I jumped as I remembered I was there to work. “Damn, I’ll bet that’s Damon,” I said as I peeked around the barrier. Sure enough, Damon was pointing to his wrist, like there was a watch on it. “I have to go do a show. Will you stay?”
“I wouldn’t miss it.”
“It’s a little more…it’s not dancing,” I admitted as I slid out of my seat.
“I’m sure I’ll enjoy it regardless.”
Nervous, I left the booth and hurried onto the stage, where my robe came off my shoulders and I stood beside Damon as he got on the microphone. “Hello again! Sorry the show is a little later, but my star, here, got to talking to some hot man in a booth. No one can keep from wanting this one, so before he takes our favorite performer away again, here he is, getting tied to this table being brought on stage and edged. Kanan, everyone!”
The crowd was more aggressive than they’d been when I was dancing. Men were climbing on chairs to raise themselves over those blocking their view. I was helped onto the table by Damon, then I was shocked as Hud, Theo’s gargantuan boyfriend, got on the stage.
“Hey, there, Kanan,” he said cheerily enough before he growled, “You ready?”
“You?”
“Me,” he confirmed, chuckling darkly.
Theo was there next, helping to bind me to the table with the leather straps attached. “Burke called and asked us if Hud could do it. Big guy like my big guy would put on a great show, they said.”
It hit me. “This is what they were talking about?”
“What do you mean?”
“Never mind,” I laughed. “Get on with it.”
Theo got on his tiptoes to hurriedly kiss Hud, then escaped into the audience.
“He’s going to have two kinds of fits if we don’t put on a good show. He’s a prideful man.”
“I’ll do my best not to get you in trouble.”
I got a wink and a pat on the leg. “Let’s edge you.”
The man was six foot four inches, but that didn’t cover how massive he truly was. His arms were as thick as my waist, neck was wide, corded, and gorgeous. He worked out a lot, building his muscles, but I believed that even if he didn’t, he’d be big. He just seemed to be built bigger than most people, and he wore it well. A handsome, big love of a man that had tamed the very arrogant and viperish Theo Gentry.
I turned my head to see Theo in front, smirking up at us with that same vein of arrogance. He had a right to be, however, being with Hud. Hud was crazy in love with Theo, and it showed with each glance over his shoulder at his boyfriend.
