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“You look worried?” I pushed away from her truck and grabbed her around the waist until her back landed where mine had been. Her eyes darkened as she adjusted her body beneath the weight of mine.
“Why would I be worried? I’m grown. What I choose to do with my personal time is my business.”
“Normally I would agree but…” I paused, allowing the anticipation to hang heavy between us. “In less than a week you are going to be my wife. Dancing in there, wearing little to nothing, isn’t something I can agree to.”
“It’s no different from me dancing at the theatre.”
I forced a cool smile. “Don’t insult my intelligence, Cress. It’s very different. Which I believe is your reason for doing so but we can negotiate…”
“Negotiate what?” She lifted her chin in challenge.
“You having the ability to experience whatever freedom dancing here gives you in a way that doesn’t put so many people’s lives at risk.”
Because them watching you is a fast track to the top of my hit list.
“I might be open to negotiations but the final decision is mine. I’m your equal, remember? That means you don’t get to control what I do.” Her eyes narrowed on me.
“Instead of dancing here at Chapter House, you can dance for me…” She laughed, rolling those pretty brown eyes.
“Your counteroffer doesn’t benefit me. Onlyyou. That’s not how negotiations work.”
“Why do you dance here?”
The vein in her neck pulsed while she considered whether or not she wanted to tell me.
“You know my biggest secret, Cress. Do you really think I have room to judge anything you tell me.”
“No…”
“Then, why?”
She swallowed hard. “I’ve danced all my life. Trained under some of the most influential people. On stage when I perform, I feel robotic. It’s all muscle memory of the years of talent and skill.”
“You feel controlled.”
“Yes.”
“But not in there.”
She quickly shook her head. “No. It’s different. In there, I’m not a name, a talent, or even a person for that matter. I’m an illusion. I’m…” Her eyelids fluttered as she held the last word but I gave it to her.
“Free.”
“Yeah. In there I’m free. There are no expectations and if there are, those expectations and fantasies live in their heads. They don’t touch me. I would never allow them to. But dancing here is my drug. I get a rush that I can’t get anywhere else but here.”
Her heartbeat skyrocketed and her nipples hardened against my chest. I pushed my body further into hers. “I can’t allow any man to have fantasies in their heads about my wife so my compromise is you can dance for me. You get to be as free as you want. I’ll build you a fucking stage that matches the one in there if optics are a dealbreaker. There will only be one chair in the room and it’s mine. Since it’s part of the mystique, I won’t touch you, unless you give me permission. That’s what I’m offering.”
She’s considering it.
Her breathing accelerated and lashes fluttered as she stared at me beneath them. My dick strained against my zipper, desperate to do what I just promised I wouldn’t without permission…
Touch her.
“This offer still feels like it’s benefiting you more than me.”
I smirked, pushing my hips forward. “Then you might want to reconsider the no touching without permission clause. If we can negotiate that, I promise you’ll be the one who benefits the most.”
That was a fucking lie.
