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The interior was a tapestry of temptation and fantasy woven together with silvery threads of moonlight. Plush, dark blue seating lined the edges of the main floor, offering a vantage point from which the club members could drink in the performances from wherever their heart’s desired. At the back of the room was a massive wooden bar, complete with every liquor under the sun. Backlighting showcased some of the more expensive bottles, casting the room in the glow of soft blue light. On the ceiling, little white lights glimmered like stars looking down on us from above.
In the center of the room was the stage. It was simple in design. Bathed in a solitary spotlight, a single lit pole stood like a silent dance partner, a steadfast witness to my every sultry sway and graceful spin.
A stage you’ve made a lot of money on…
I stepped onto the polished platform and the world beyond faded away. With the pole as my guide, I began to dance in the spotlight’s warm embrace. I lost myself in the gentle beat of the music, telling a story of innocence and seduction with every sway of my body. The pole became an extension of my very being, every arch and contraction weaving an intimate dance that lured in everyone watching.
I knew that I was only dancing for one man, though.
It was difficult to see out into the crowd because of the bright spotlight, but that made it easier to dance to my heart’s content. I swept my leg outwards, spinning around the pole and using it to arch backwards into a long, thin line. My body stretched out all the way before I pivoted and swung myself down to the floor, sweeping my hands up the length of my body to casually brush against my breasts before I rolled to my stomach and arched back to grab the pole.
I always danced like only he was watching. It was easier that way.
When the song ended, I elegantly crawled around the stage, collecting my tips and heading to the back to stuff them in my locker. After I was done, I made my way back to the floor to the dark VIP booth where I knew he would be.
I slipped between customers in silence. Many of them were watching the next girl dance across the stage. I glanced up to see Serena, a beautiful, leggy Greek goddess with a body to die for. She glided around the pole like it was made for her, and I had to turn away before I started comparing my rudimentary skills to hers.
With a hesitant breath, I lifted my eyes and glanced towards the dim corner, only just catching the dark glint of Kane’s gaze. Even with nothing more than a glance, he exuded a commanding presence that seemed to silence the world around me, leaving only the two of us.
His eyes, dark like the richest cocoa, held a seductive glint that seemed to beckon me to come closer. The dim lighting cast the tousled waves of his dark hair in even darker shadow, each strand mussed yet somehow still perfect. The sharp angles of his cheekbones framed his features, adding an aristocratic air to his masculinity. His beard, a rugged contrast to the refinement of his Tom Ford suit, framed lips that could pull me into a kiss that would most certainly sweep me off my feet.
As he moved, the fabric of his suit clung to his physique, hinting at the strength and muscles that lay beneath. His gaze held mine as I moved closer, and I lifted my chin, feeling a sudden wave of boldness hit me.
This is it. This is your chance.
“It’s nice to see you, Lexie,” he rumbled, his voice a gravely melody that resonated deep within my core. Each word he uttered carried a weight of authority and raw animal magnetism that was hard to ignore. The timbre was a mixture of velvet and smoke, a texture that brushed against my senses like the softest caress and left a lasting imprint that lingered long after he stopped speaking.
A shiver cascaded down my spine. The combination of that voice and the intense gaze of his dark chocolate eyes cast a spell over me that I was powerless to resist.
I leaned towards him, the draw he created inescapable.
His cologne was an essence of seduction, a blend of musk and dark spices that carried with it the promise of nights filled with untamed passion. Notes of rare wood and saffron intertwined, creating a rich, intoxicating base that spoke of luxury beyond measure. A hint of aged leather and velvety vanilla lingered beneath, adding a tactile depth that seemed to caress every single one of my senses.
As the scent wafted towards me, it wrapped around me like an invisible embrace, leaving me breathless and lightheaded. With each inhalation, my blood heated with desire, blazing through my veins and setting every nerve aflame. I tried to shake it off, but it was useless.
Whenever I was around him, my body turned into a molten inferno of need.
“It’s nice to see you too, Kane,” I breathed, my voice a husky mixture of trepidation and arousal. There was no hiding it, and his brow lifted with a knowing gaze. Those dark irises bored into me as he leaned in closer.
Did he know what he was doing to me?
“I’d like to ask you to dance for me tonight,” he suggested politely, his eyes feasting on the sight of my body before him. I wanted him to reach out and touch me, but he kept his hands to himself.
Fuck these stupid club rules.
“What kind of dance would you like?” I whispered.
My heart raced as the tension between us thickened, each passing second charged with anticipation. The dim, sultry ambiance of the club only seemed to amplify the electricity in the air that much further.
“I’m curious to see a dance that matches the fire in those pretty blue eyes,” he murmured, his voice a silky caress. His lips curled into a slow, seductive smile, revealing a hint of the rogue that lay beneath his composed exterior. His fingers brushed my forearm, sending threads of pleasure straight to my core.
My pulse quickened as I met his gaze, feeling his unwavering attention on me. I knew that this moment held the potential to turn into something unforgettable. Drawing on a courage I hadn’t known I possessed, I slid closer to him, closing the distance between our bodies.
Leaning in, I let my lips brush against his earlobe, my breath hitching in the back of my throat the moment we made contact.
“I think you’ll enjoy the kind of dance I have in mind.”
His sharp inhale signaled his reaction, a mixture of mystery and desire that mirrored my own. Slowly, he tilted his glass and took a long sip of bourbon before he placed it down on the table beside him. Then, I stood up and moved in front of him, staring down into those rich chocolate eyes and losing myself in them.
