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This is it. Show him what you’re made of.
With a delicate sway of my hips, I began to move to the beat of a melody playing over the speakers. The soft, sultry notes enveloped us, setting the pace for a dance that was slow and seductive. My fingers trailed lightly over the fabric of my lacey dress, skimming the curves of my body, and leaving a trail of heated sensations in their wake.
Kane’s eyes remained locked on me, a combination of intensity and raw longing swirling within their depths.
The club’s ambiance seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the two of us in a world of smoldering tension. With a coy smile, I reached out, my fingers grazing his chest, tracing the contours of his muscles. His controlled façade faltered for a moment, revealing a hunger that matched my own.
Now you’re getting somewhere…
As the music reached its crescendo, so did my building desire. My body moved in harmony with the beat of the music, a silent plea for him to reach out and touch me, to take me in the back and claim me as his. The air was thick with a sensual pull, drawing us closer until there was no space left between us.
With a final, lingering gaze, I brought the dance to a slow and deliberate end, our proximity and shared energy hanging in the air like an unspoken promise. The applause from the surrounding patrons brought us back to reality, and Kane’s fingers brushed lightly against my hip. I sucked in a breath, heated spirals of sensation coursing across my skin with his not-so-innocent touch. My nerves fired all at once, and a jolt of fire blazed right to my core.
But was it enough?
“That was exquisite,” he whispered, his voice a low murmur that only I could hear.
“Thank you,” I whispered. I waited with bated breath. Would he make a move? Did he know how much I wanted him to?
His words hung in the air like a sweet promise, but then he slowly pulled away, and a hint of disappointment flickered across my features. He held my gaze for a moment longer, his eyes holding a mixture of regret and restraint.
A heavy sigh escaped me as I watched him sit back, his fingers slipping away from me. The heat of our connection lingered, an invisible thread between us that tugged at my heart. I offered him a wistful smile, masking the yearning that swirled within me, and he returned it with a subtle nod, a silent understanding passing between us.
He wasn’t going to break the rules, at leastnot for me.
He reached into his pocket and pulled his wallet out. He tugged a few bills out of the leather folds and slid them into my hands.
“Have a wonderful rest of your night, Lexie. Until next time,” he rumbled. His words swept over me like a cold shower before he stood and made his way out of the booth. It wasn’t until after he was gone that I looked down at the money he’d given me.
It was ten one-hundred-dollar bills.
He’d paid me a thousand dollars for that single dance.
CHAPTER2
Lexie
For the next two weeks, I worked at the gentleman’s club nearly every night. I made a decent amount of money, but it was Kane that truly lined my pockets whenever he was there. Each time he came, he requested a lap dance from me and me alone. With every single one, he overpaid, and I stashed it away, knowing my next tuition payment was due at the end of the month. At this rate, I might actually get ahead, pay all of my bills, and eat something other than Ramen for dinner for once. Maybe I’d even go out to eat at my favorite sushi place.
A girl could hope, right?
Night after night, he’d request lap dances from me, each encounter a tango of seduction that left me yearning for something more. Yet, despite the palpable chemistry that crackled in the air, he remained maddeningly restrained. Each time his fingers brushed against my skin, I could feel the promise of something electric hovering just out of reach. Frustration knotted within me, a mix of longing and exasperation, my body a taut cord of desire and need.
Some nights it was almost more than I could bear.
One night after he’d already left, I stole back into the dressing room, seeking out Darien. Having finished getting the girls ready for the night, he was working on his own makeup. I knew he had a drag show tonight. I was a little sad I couldn’t go. I’d forgotten to request the night off, but I’d vowed that I wouldn’t for the next one.
Darien was one of the most charismatic and talented drag queens in the city. His radiant energy and captivating presence made him a true icon, and his outfit that night was nothing short of a masterpiece. His makeup was a work of art, with expertly contoured cheekbones and eyes that sparkled like stars. The way his eyes were adorned with glittering eyeshadow made him look like some otherworldly celestial being when it caught the light just right. His lips were painted in a bold as hell shade that blew me away.
His makeup only added to the grandeur of the rest of him. His outfit was a stunning sequined 1950’s pin-up dress that exuded elegance and confidence. The dress, with its flattering hourglass silhouette, was a vibrant burst of bright pink, adorned with silver polka dots that seemed to dance with each step he took. The sweetheart neckline softened his image, and I smiled, knowing how much time and effort he’d put into his costume and makeup. It was Darien’s attention to detail that truly set him apart.
I sighed, feeling down and trying to put a little pep in my step to encourage him to have a good night while I languished in a melancholy of my own making.
“Lexie, honey…”
“Yes, Dare?”
“No, no, no. None of that,” he chided.
