Slowly, I reach up and grab it with one hand.
I tug gently, snaking it down my abs before whipping it free.
Then, and don’t ask me why I know how to do this, I wrap it around my fists and jerk it tight between my two hands and snap it tight.
The women lose it, including the blonde and the rest of the girls at the table.
But not my girl…
She bites her bottom lip with the tease of a smirk and shakes her head discreetly before looking to the side.
But it’s not disinterest.
It’s a game.
A dance.
And tango is my specialty.
With the tie still wrapped around one of my wrists, I saunter in the opposite direction, feeding the crowd on that side of the room with a quarter of a lazy grin, a couple slow turns, a flex, a wink here and there.
Then I make my way back to the center.
I roll my neck, my shoulders squared.
I run my hands through my dark hair, flecked with the aforementioned silver.
I shake it out and lock my eyes on her again.
Meanwhile the bids are soaring.
“Four hundred. Do I hear four twenty-five? Four twenty-five! Any one for four fifty? We have four fifty! Five?? Come on ladies, look at this man. He’s a gentleman if I ever saw one. But if I had to guess, he’s not so tame in the sheets…”
I couldn’t care less what’s going on.
I’m only interested in her.
Slowly, I unwrap the tie from my forearm.
Girls scream, waving their hands in greedy ‘gimme!’ motions.
But my eyes zero in on her, my sights lock.
Then, with a grin on my lips, I drag my tongue over my teeth and sling shot the tie in her direction.
It lands on the floor at her feet and like a loose ball at a football game, there is a literal pile of women grappling over it.
The red head stands up and steps back and I almost leap off the stage to protect her from the mob of rabid girls.
But her ass bumps the table– by the way her ass looks unreal in the bunching of that dress– and it knocks over a drink.
I stand on the stage, watching in what feels like slow motion, as the three second domino effect takes place.
She reaches for her clutch with one hand to save it from the surge of cranberry and vodka.
Then grabs her paddle.
As she swings it through the air, the announcer calls out.
