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“Pardon?”
Okay, genius, now what?
“I thought you might want to know…what I had on…underneath all this.” I gestured at my fancy clothes.
He stared at me, his eyes narrowing, cheeks pinking up and breaths coming quicker once he stopped coughing.
“Thank you,” he said, with a seriousness that seemed out of place.
“For what?” Now it was my turn to laugh. It sounded like the bark of a startled chihuahua, because, you know, I was all class.
The man grinned. “For telling me that.”
We stood there watching each other. Then he turned and went up the steps and into the club.
“Fuck.Jesus,” I said, my breath leaving my body as my poor cock protested his departure. I glared at my groin. “Settle down, you traitor. No nookie tonight. I just met the bastard.”
Five minutes later—and only because I was technically working and thought maybe they’d noticed I’d been gone a while—I stubbed out what was left of the cigarette in the receptacle Sebastian had installed and went back inside.
“That was a long smoke break,” Robin said as he swished by me in a swirl of bloomers, his dragon kimono puffing out like a sail.
“Fuck off.”
“I won’t tell on you. Did you see the guy that came in?” he asked in hushed but excited tones as I hung up my coat.
“Yeah.”
“Hot, right?”
I was not going to admit to Robin that I thought Mr. Goatee Eyebrow Piercing was hot.
I shrugged. “Meh.”
Robin blinked. “Hmm. Because he’s talking to Patrick right now, and they seem to be getting along very well.”
I jerked my head around, but I couldn’t see into the parlor from where I was currently standing. I glanced at Robin, who gave me a devilish smile.
“Meh, huh? Something tells me you think he’s as hot as I do—and as Patrick does.”
“Fine. He’s hot. So?” I said, tugging at the bottom of my corset to set it to rights and nudging the edges of the chemise apart so some of my chest was visible. “I want to go put on my face.”
Robin sighed. “Holy shit, Toby. Are you going to work at all or just fucking take breaks all night?”
I flipped him the bird as I hastened into the staff changing room.
I grabbed my makeup bag out of my backpack and went into the tiny staff restroom. Shit, I looked okay, I guess. My cheeks were flushed from the cold and from my sudden arousal as well. My dick had settled down, finally.
I squirted gel into my palm and rubbed my hands together, then fixed my short shag into an orchestrated mess that looked like I’d just gotten out of bed. Then I washed my hands and applied dark brown liner around my eyes and a touch of matte burgundy to my lips. The darker tones worked well with my complexion.
That was much better. Now I could compete with Robin and Patrick for Mr. Goatee Eyebrow Piercing’s attention.
Oh fuck.
I’d only just met the guy, and I was going out of my way to attract him. No, no, he had nothing to do with it. I’d already felt weird without my makeup. I was supposed to look tempting. It was part of the job, goddammit.
I nodded firmly to my reflection, made sure everything else was in place, widened the gap in my chemise—oh look, a nipple—and headed out to the floor.
Mr. Goatee Eyebrow Piercing was still talking to Patrick and Patrick was— Patrick was blushing like a virgin and avoiding the guy’s eyes, as if his gorgeousness was just too much. It was pathetic, and I needed to put a stop to it. He would only embarrass himself.
