She put her hand over her mouth and laughed. “You’re sweet. Where do you want me?”
“Don’t you want to know my name?”
“No.” She shrugged. Her shoulders were too angular, and he wondered what she’d say if he asked her out to dinner after this.
“It’s Beau,” he said.
“Oh.” The corner of her mouth twitched. “That means handsome, right?”
He nodded once. “Parlez-vousFrançais?”
“What?”
“Never mind,” he said. “How old are you?”
She walked forward, nodding him backward. “Generally, things work like this,” she said. “You sit down and let me do all the work. I’ll dance on the stage, or I’ll dance in your lap—both, if you want. I usually only do ten, twenty minutes, but since you have an hour, I’d recommend a little of everything.”
Beau swallowed. “You’ve done this before.”
She gave him a funny look. “Of course I’ve done this before.”
“But you look so young. How old are you?”
“I’m legal.”
She had such blue eyes, so intense, drawing him in. Her hand hung by her side. He reached out to take it.
“I wouldn’t,” she said, pulling it away. “If they see you touch me, they’ll kick you out. You won’t get your money back. They’re strict.”
“How much is that?” he asked.
“How much is what?”
“Touching.”
She was quiet as she looked away. “You can’t. Just don’t do it. Promise?”
That was a bullshit thing to ask of him, but there wasn’t much he wouldn’t have given her right then. “All right.” He loosened his tie again, sure it was choking him. “Do you have a boyfriend?”
She scrunched her nose but smiled. “No. Look—what was it? Beau? They’ll charge you for this, you know. Clock’s ticking.”
“That’s fine,” he said. “I paid a lot of money to be alone with you.”
“Thank you,” she said.
“Do you know why I picked you?” he asked.
“No.”
“Do you want to know?”
“No.”
God, she was beautiful. She stood straight and tall without apology, but once in a while she’d glance at the ground, like she was now.
“Find me attractive?” he asked.
She looked up again. “Yes. What would you like me to do? I’m all yours.”
