I rush to the empty table in the back of the room, not checking to see if Roman is following me.
I snag the spot, fucking pleased, not only because I have a fucking fantastic view of a big-titted red-head grinding her barely covered pussy on the pole on the stage in front of me, but because this booth is shrouded in darkness, hidden in the back corner of the room.
Most people want to be right up front, in direct sight of the pretty women, but people don’t seem to realize you can see so much more when you’re hidden in the shadows.
Sliding into the booth, I cackle in delight when I see Roman coming, hands raised by his sides, carefully dodging the women trying to touch and rub their glittery, barely clad bodies against him.
“You good?” I ask when he gets into the booth, crossing my ankle over my knee as I lean back to enjoy the view.
I’m sitting on the edge of the seat, snickering while Roman scurries to the middle, giving no one the chance to brush against him.
“Fuck you. Amira’s gonna be pissed,” he grouses, hands running through the ends of his freshly-cut hair.
Slapping him on the shoulder, I give him a little shake. “Relax. I’ll explain that you couldn’t take your eyes off the damn stars, and she’ll be fine,” I say, my eyes roaming the room, listening to the conversations of the people around me.
The group of frat boys from earlier sit in the booth next to me, loud guffaws and drunken chortles reverberating over the roaring of the club. I watch a pretty blonde waitress in a see-through nightgown come to collect their six empty shot glasses when a different waitress, this time a brunette in yellow, supplies them with another round.
Eventually, those drinks won’t be enough, and I’ll be here when that happens.
Sitting forward in my seat, I start to ask Rome if he wants something to drink when the employee's only door swings open and a curvaceous woman in red slips out.
She startles when she sees me hidden in the dark, her manicured hand pressed against her chest before she says, “Shit! you scared me, handsome.” Nervous giggles slip out of her plush mouth while her hand leaves her chest to run through the thick strands of black, curly hair.
Something about her looks familiar… the long, flowing hair and the soft angles of her face.
Oh shit!
I know where I’ve seen this girl.
She looks beautiful without all the bruises and cuts on her face.
Her eyes roam over my features, trying to place me as well, before shifting to Roman’s, a light entering her eyes when she recognizes us.
“Hey, boys. I clean up nicely, don’t I?” she asks, dragging her sinful, red-painted nails down the curves of her body, batting her lengthy, black lashes at us. She cocks her hip seductively, eyes glowing hazel green under the pink lights as she moves to straddle my lap.
“I’m Ivy. Is there anything I can do for you, handsome?” she asks, softly rubbing her ass over my dick.
“How about some drinks, baby? Two tequilas, no ice,” I say, rubbing my hands down the curve of her spine before she lifts off me.
I watch her ass jiggle as she struts away, admiring the view until she disappears into the crowd.
“I thought she was gonna fuck you right here.”
“Disappointed?” I ask, laughing when he tells me to fuck off.
“No, stupid. These women don’t have anything I want. I already have all I desire at home.”
I whip my imaginary crop in his direction when I catch sight of Ivy coming back through the bustle of people, two amber drinks in hand. She is almost at our table when the employee door swings open again, and a brunette beauty struts out, stopping my heart in the process.
The tips of her long brown hair hang barely past her rose-covered nipples, and the black mesh of her bodysuit leaves nothing to the imagination as she saunters past me. Her pussy is shielded behind the same rose that lies on her tits, but her ass is bare for me to see.
My mouth waters as my gaze dips down her long, lean, creamy legs, stopping at the towering heels she walks professionally in.
I enjoy the trip my eyes take as they wander back up her perfect body, landing on her sweet face.
I’ve never seen her in so much makeup. She’s fucking gorgeous, but I wish she didn’t have so much caked on. What I want even more, though, are all these fucking eyes off of her.
“Sage?” I growl, surprised as fuck when she hears me.
