Crosby grinned and gestured to everyone sitting there. "Steak and lobster all the way around and another bottle of champagne."
"I'll get that right out to you, sir." Clark turned and bounced away. He was obviously happy with us spending more money. I was pretty sure he was hoping for a big tip.
I stiffened when I spotted Brasov moving toward us. We'd been here for about an hour, and Knox would be calling Newt to come in and create a diversion any moment. He couldn't very well do that if Brasov was all up in our faces.
Or maybe he could. This might actually be the best opportunity. If Brasov was right here, he wouldn't be wherever Dalton was. It would be easier for Sergei to sneak in and rescue him.
"Knox."
"I see him," Knox replied.
That eased my worry somewhat, but I still felt as if I had a lump the size of Texas clogging my throat. I moved Donny to one side of me just in case I needed to go for one of my knives. Lucky for me, he started hanging on Burke, ignoring me almost completely. I didn't like the smile on Brasov's face, and I wasn't sure if I was going to need to do something about it.
"Gentlemen," the man started, "I've arranged for you to experience why The Refectory is the club to celebrate at. I've called in my best dancer to give you a special show."
I think I forgot to breathe.
"Is there anything else I can get you? Anything you need?"
"No, I don't think so," Knox said. "Clark has been taking pretty good care of us."
"Good, good." Brasov's smile grew wider. "If there's anything you want, just let Clark know."
I really hated this guy.
Brasov turned, and I thought he was going to walk away, but he stopped at the rope. A moment later, two men walked up to him. One was the beefy thug wannabe I'd seen with him before. The other, much smaller guy, was the one I was there to rescue.
I glanced at Crosby and purposely widened my eyes before looking to where the three men stood. Brasov had leaned down and was saying something to Dalton. I don't know what it was, but I doubted it was good considering the way Dalton's face paled.
Brasov grabbed Dalton by the arm and escorted him over to us. "Gentlemen, this is Didi. He's one of our top performers. I have no doubt he'll give you a show you'll never forget."
I was pretty sure he was right.
What in the hell was Dalton wearing? I was pretty sure the small piece of black fabric could be considered...something. I just didn't know what. They rode low on Dalton's hips and high in the back. The front of the tiny shorts hugged Dalton's package, leaving no doubt to anyone looking that he wasn't wearing anything underneath.
While I wouldn't have minded seeing Dalton dance in that skimpy outfit, I wasn't thrilled with every eye in the room watching as well.
Brasov leaned down and whispered something in Dalton's ear. Whatever he said, it was enough for the blood to drain out of his face. Dalton's eyes darted toward me for a moment before they dropped and he gave a little nod.
I growled when Brasov swatted Dalton on his ass as he walked past him. I grabbed the edge of the bench seat to keep from jumping up and going after Brasov's throat. I knew from the conversations I'd had with Dalton that he hated Brasov and didn't like the man to touch him.
Apparently, Brasov hadn't gotten the memo.
Music started as soon as Dalton reached the stage situated directly in front of us. The moment he grabbed the pole and started swinging around it, I knew why he was one of The Refectory's top dancers.
I nearly swallowed my tongue.
"Holy shit, he can dance," Crosby whispered.
Understatement.
Dalton moved himself around the pole as if they were one, swinging his legs around before shooting them straight up in the air, and then he held the position. The only thing keeping him from falling to the floor were his hands and sheer muscle control.
"You know they are thinking of making pole dancing an Olympic sport?" Crosby asked. "The training they have to go through to be this good is astonishing."
I wholeheartedly agreed. I was mesmerized by the show playing out in front of me. Dalton was poetry in motion. I never truly understood what that meant until right that second. He was absolutely stunning.
And I was hard as a rock.
