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After stepping out of the cage and descending the stairs, I meet eyes with the twin as I approach him. But before reaching him, I angle my head toward the hallway leading to the back rooms.
He follows at a slower pace behind me, and I look over my shoulder to see that he’s there.
The man is staring at my ass like he wants to take a bite out of it, and the shiver his expression sends through my body is yet another warning.
I need to keep this professional.
Danger lurks behind me.
It’s too bad I’m too broke to heed that warning.
Choosing a room I know is always set up for the very basics, I open the door and step inside to see a platform and pole set up in the center with an overstuffed chair positioned to face it.
Can’t do much here except a private show, and that’s all I plan to give him.
The twin walks in behind me, surveys the room then locks those enigmatic, amber eyes on me. I meet his stare, refusing to give ground or even hint to the anxiety I’m feeling.
“Take a seat,” I tell him.
His lips crook at the corner. “I wasn’t expecting something so … boring.”
“Sorry, Champ. If you want something a little more exciting, there are other girls willing to—”
“This will work,” he says, cutting me off.
Our eyes remain locked.
“Then take a seat.” I tilt my head. “Unless you were wanting to dance for me.”
There’s a storm around this man. Hot and wild, something so untamed that I have a visceral reaction to him when he brushes past me to the chair.
My curiosity gets the better of me.
“What’s your name?”
He sits down then tucks his bent arms behind his head to lounge back. Straightening his legs over the floor until they are almost touching the platform, he is giving me a perfect view of his incredible, muscular physique.
My attempt to keep from staring is a losing battle, and by the time I look up at his face again, he is watching me with knowing eyes.
“Like what you see?”
“Any woman would.” I take another quick look down and up. “Your name?”
He watches me for a few seconds, taking enough time to survey my body again. It’s a slow and languorous crawl of his attention, stopping on my tits, my stomach, my hips and down my legs.
The man could be using his hands, and it wouldn’t feel any different.
Slightly dizzy from the way he studies me, I clear my throat to repeat the question.
“What is your name?”
Amber eyes are suddenly meeting mine.
“Does it matter? You’ve called me Champ twice now. I don’t mind if you continue to use that name.”
One bark of laughter escapes my chest.
Stepping toward him, I set my feet on either side of his legs then lean down to plant my hands on his chest. He doesn’t move to touch me, a smirk tilting his lips as I lean so close we’re face-to-face.
