parties was back—sorta. His eyes spoke of his disappointment.
“You know I hate to be teased.” She sounded so mournful that she wanted to retract the words. They didn’t mesh with the sexy, laid-back euphoria unfurling around her and Kenshin.
He nodded and turned his gaze to the dance floor, where a trio of scantily clad women danced together. With loud encouragement of the surrounding voyeurs, the women wrenched up their level of sexual bravado.
Dante took that moment to look at Kenshin—a habit of which she never tired. Dressed in fitted, bleached-khaki pants, a soft yellow button-down shirt, and shoes, he looked like every other businessman at the Divine party—with a catch. He resembled a model; the others, merely businessmen. These tamer gatherings required people to be fully dressed and catered to clients who wanted a more refined party. By contrast, Inferno parties set sexual fantasies on fire. Scorched inhibitions to ashes. The Divine parties, well, were divine, Olympus-type gatherings, hence the white dress code and royal ambiance.
Unlike most of her clients, Kenshin didn’t discriminate; he came to both types of parties.
The first time she saw him had been at an Inferno party in Kenosha, Wisconsin. A small gathering, she had thrown it together last minute at the behest of a local politician. Thinking back, she recalled she had worn these exact same stilettos, a hot pink corset, garter, and nude stockings. She liked that corset! Her matching studded collar had caught his attention, thus bringing the gorgeous man into her orbit. He’d placed his muscularly fit torso on display for the Inferno members. Speechless, she’d had to force words through her own gaping and salivating mouth just to answer his questions. Because of the nature of her business, she’d seen thousands of men nude, but Kenshin blew the others away. Her buttoned-up Asian was fine . His dragon tattoo, a jade-green, ornate illustration crawled over his right arm, down his torso, and across the beginning of his abs. With intricate details and vivid colors, it stole her breath. Muscles, cut and well defined, caused the dragon to ripple when he walked, lifted a wineglass, or groped an ass. Floored, she’d wanted nothing but him that night, but so did many others—paying others. Backing off, she’d attended to her duties as a hostess, leaving others to swoon over him.
At times, she regretted her decision not to press for his attention that first night.
Taking another clarifying breath, she pushed the idea and the memory of Kenshin’s athletic body and his roaring dragon out of her mind. She did love the Japanese, but physical attraction meant very little to her anymore. She longed for something more substantial.
“So, go after that cute little blonde in the Greek toga,” she suggested to him. To her it sounded halfhearted, and she figured Kenshin would pick up on it too.
“There are none like you. Trust me. I have tried to find them. They do not exist.”
“That’s a very kind thing to say, and it is true. There’s only one Dante. But I’m not on the menu.”
“Even better. I want you all to myself.” Kenshin turned around to face her.
Dante laughed until he stepped in front of her, blocking her view of the dance floor, hell, blocking her view of everything. He pushed his mask into his hair, revealing his face. Gazing down at her, his almond-shaped eyes seemed to glow like melted chocolate. He smelled expensive and exotic. Wrapped up in his close proximity, his scent, and the thudding heat of his body, Dante squeezed her thighs together to try to satisfy the budding arousal. The look of lust on his face made her even hotter.
“I’m hosting. I can’t…”
“You have beforethat time in Kenosha”
“It’s different now,” she said, avoiding eye contact. Something about the sincerity in his eyes pricked her resolve.
Dante stepped back from him before her senses made her do something she could regret. Not that she
“You know I hate to be teased.” She sounded so mournful that she wanted to retract the words. They didn’t mesh with the sexy, laid-back euphoria unfurling around her and Kenshin.
He nodded and turned his gaze to the dance floor, where a trio of scantily clad women danced together. With loud encouragement of the surrounding voyeurs, the women wrenched up their level of sexual bravado.
Dante took that moment to look at Kenshin—a habit of which she never tired. Dressed in fitted, bleached-khaki pants, a soft yellow button-down shirt, and shoes, he looked like every other businessman at the Divine party—with a catch. He resembled a model; the others, merely businessmen. These tamer gatherings required people to be fully dressed and catered to clients who wanted a more refined party. By contrast, Inferno parties set sexual fantasies on fire. Scorched inhibitions to ashes. The Divine parties, well, were divine, Olympus-type gatherings, hence the white dress code and royal ambiance.
Unlike most of her clients, Kenshin didn’t discriminate; he came to both types of parties.
The first time she saw him had been at an Inferno party in Kenosha, Wisconsin. A small gathering, she had thrown it together last minute at the behest of a local politician. Thinking back, she recalled she had worn these exact same stilettos, a hot pink corset, garter, and nude stockings. She liked that corset! Her matching studded collar had caught his attention, thus bringing the gorgeous man into her orbit. He’d placed his muscularly fit torso on display for the Inferno members. Speechless, she’d had to force words through her own gaping and salivating mouth just to answer his questions. Because of the nature of her business, she’d seen thousands of men nude, but Kenshin blew the others away. Her buttoned-up Asian was fine . His dragon tattoo, a jade-green, ornate illustration crawled over his right arm, down his torso, and across the beginning of his abs. With intricate details and vivid colors, it stole her breath. Muscles, cut and well defined, caused the dragon to ripple when he walked, lifted a wineglass, or groped an ass. Floored, she’d wanted nothing but him that night, but so did many others—paying others. Backing off, she’d attended to her duties as a hostess, leaving others to swoon over him.
At times, she regretted her decision not to press for his attention that first night.
Taking another clarifying breath, she pushed the idea and the memory of Kenshin’s athletic body and his roaring dragon out of her mind. She did love the Japanese, but physical attraction meant very little to her anymore. She longed for something more substantial.
“So, go after that cute little blonde in the Greek toga,” she suggested to him. To her it sounded halfhearted, and she figured Kenshin would pick up on it too.
“There are none like you. Trust me. I have tried to find them. They do not exist.”
“That’s a very kind thing to say, and it is true. There’s only one Dante. But I’m not on the menu.”
“Even better. I want you all to myself.” Kenshin turned around to face her.
Dante laughed until he stepped in front of her, blocking her view of the dance floor, hell, blocking her view of everything. He pushed his mask into his hair, revealing his face. Gazing down at her, his almond-shaped eyes seemed to glow like melted chocolate. He smelled expensive and exotic. Wrapped up in his close proximity, his scent, and the thudding heat of his body, Dante squeezed her thighs together to try to satisfy the budding arousal. The look of lust on his face made her even hotter.
“I’m hosting. I can’t…”
“You have beforethat time in Kenosha”
“It’s different now,” she said, avoiding eye contact. Something about the sincerity in his eyes pricked her resolve.
Dante stepped back from him before her senses made her do something she could regret. Not that she
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