still dressed?”
“I’m working.” He fought to curb the agitation in his tone. It wasn’t her fault he was losing his mind. If someone with completely opposite features to his wife was driving him crazy with recognition, he needed help.
“Doesn’t look like it to me.”
He followed her gaze to the fresh glass Travis slid into his hand. No, it didn’t look like it to him either. But he wouldn’t be able to move until he overcame the ache in his chest. Another drink would do it. Maybe two.
“I’m taking a short break.”
She smiled, stealing the air from his lungs with her beauty. Fuck. What the hell was happening to him? She was his wife. His fantasy. The same bone structure, the same body frame. Yet everything else didn’t align.
“Is this your first time?” Shit. He already knew the answer. He’d seen her wristband earlier when she’d been with Zoe.
“Yeah.” She raised her arm and showed the red plastic strip around her wrist. “First time here, but not to this type of establishment.”
Right. He needed to quit this conversation and put a stop to the hallucinations. His interest in the woman was a betrayal to his marriage—a marriage that would soon be over. He stared straight ahead, his gaze forsaking his brain to go in search of her reflection in the mirror behind the bar. He couldn’t look away. There was something about her. Something he recognized yet couldn’t put his finger on.
“Would you mind showing me around?”
There was more than one question in her gravel-rich words. But could he take her up on it? Even for a brief moment to innocently show her around?
“Please.” She met his stare in the mirror, her sultry lips tilting at the sides. “It’s all a bit daunting.”
His heart thumped in his chest, and he wasn’t sure if it was from apprehension or anticipation. Without thought, he was on his feet, his body moving of its own volition. She was teasing him. Seducing him. And he was powerless under her spell…or maybe his heart just yearned for something other than alcohol to occupy his mind.
She wasn’t his type, that was for sure. He’d always preferred blondes. Women that didn’t rely on fake nails and the slightly unnatural glow of a salon tan to boost their appeal. She may remind him of Cassie, yet his dick remained true to his wife.
He outstretched a hand, wordlessly asking her to proceed him through the crowd. He fell back, trying to work out what it was that sparked his interest.
“This way?” she asked over her shoulder.
“Yeah.” He jerked his head toward the room farthest from the bar. The one that didn’t have a crowd hovering around the door. No doubt Zoe was doing her exhibitionist thing in the other private area, putting on a show with her men. “This room will soon be revamped.”
At the moment, it was filled with furniture. A heap of different comfortable surfaces to rest upon. Last he’d heard, Leo and Brute wanted to turn it into a room with a more specific agenda. Restraints maybe. Role-play. They’d even spoken of development nights where they could hire people qualified to teach courses on sex and sensuality, even BDSM.
“And what type of things do people do in here?” the woman asked.
He closed his eyes, imagining it was Cassie beside him, her voice so familiar. “Whatever the hell they want, sweetheart. As long as it’s consensual.”
She stepped closer, the heat from her body thrumming from her in waves. “And what have you done in here?” she cooed.
Not a damn thing. “I watch,” he grated. “That’s it.” He opened his eyes and caught sight of her lips pursed in a conniving smile.
“Would you like to watch me ?” she whispered.
Fuck. His nostrils flared and a burst of adrenaline shot down his spine. She was a temptation, but more for the need to quash his preoccupation with Cassie than a sexual desire. He wouldn’t enjoy her show, no matter what she did. Although his cock did stir at the image. The first sign of
“I’m working.” He fought to curb the agitation in his tone. It wasn’t her fault he was losing his mind. If someone with completely opposite features to his wife was driving him crazy with recognition, he needed help.
“Doesn’t look like it to me.”
He followed her gaze to the fresh glass Travis slid into his hand. No, it didn’t look like it to him either. But he wouldn’t be able to move until he overcame the ache in his chest. Another drink would do it. Maybe two.
“I’m taking a short break.”
She smiled, stealing the air from his lungs with her beauty. Fuck. What the hell was happening to him? She was his wife. His fantasy. The same bone structure, the same body frame. Yet everything else didn’t align.
“Is this your first time?” Shit. He already knew the answer. He’d seen her wristband earlier when she’d been with Zoe.
“Yeah.” She raised her arm and showed the red plastic strip around her wrist. “First time here, but not to this type of establishment.”
Right. He needed to quit this conversation and put a stop to the hallucinations. His interest in the woman was a betrayal to his marriage—a marriage that would soon be over. He stared straight ahead, his gaze forsaking his brain to go in search of her reflection in the mirror behind the bar. He couldn’t look away. There was something about her. Something he recognized yet couldn’t put his finger on.
“Would you mind showing me around?”
There was more than one question in her gravel-rich words. But could he take her up on it? Even for a brief moment to innocently show her around?
“Please.” She met his stare in the mirror, her sultry lips tilting at the sides. “It’s all a bit daunting.”
His heart thumped in his chest, and he wasn’t sure if it was from apprehension or anticipation. Without thought, he was on his feet, his body moving of its own volition. She was teasing him. Seducing him. And he was powerless under her spell…or maybe his heart just yearned for something other than alcohol to occupy his mind.
She wasn’t his type, that was for sure. He’d always preferred blondes. Women that didn’t rely on fake nails and the slightly unnatural glow of a salon tan to boost their appeal. She may remind him of Cassie, yet his dick remained true to his wife.
He outstretched a hand, wordlessly asking her to proceed him through the crowd. He fell back, trying to work out what it was that sparked his interest.
“This way?” she asked over her shoulder.
“Yeah.” He jerked his head toward the room farthest from the bar. The one that didn’t have a crowd hovering around the door. No doubt Zoe was doing her exhibitionist thing in the other private area, putting on a show with her men. “This room will soon be revamped.”
At the moment, it was filled with furniture. A heap of different comfortable surfaces to rest upon. Last he’d heard, Leo and Brute wanted to turn it into a room with a more specific agenda. Restraints maybe. Role-play. They’d even spoken of development nights where they could hire people qualified to teach courses on sex and sensuality, even BDSM.
“And what type of things do people do in here?” the woman asked.
He closed his eyes, imagining it was Cassie beside him, her voice so familiar. “Whatever the hell they want, sweetheart. As long as it’s consensual.”
She stepped closer, the heat from her body thrumming from her in waves. “And what have you done in here?” she cooed.
Not a damn thing. “I watch,” he grated. “That’s it.” He opened his eyes and caught sight of her lips pursed in a conniving smile.
“Would you like to watch me ?” she whispered.
Fuck. His nostrils flared and a burst of adrenaline shot down his spine. She was a temptation, but more for the need to quash his preoccupation with Cassie than a sexual desire. He wouldn’t enjoy her show, no matter what she did. Although his cock did stir at the image. The first sign of
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