I exhale, tilting my chin in invitation. “Go ahead.”
The tattooed man at the end grins, pushing off the booth, sliding in beside me, his arm stretching along the back of the velvet seat like he’s already claimed the spot—and maybe me with it.
“Name’s Cairo,” he says, voice rich, sparking something low and undeniable. His gaze, green and unreadable flickers to Star still perched in my lap, like he doesn’t approve for a second.
The third man—Arina’s admirer—moves next. He circles the booth and sinks down beside her, close enough that their thighs brush. His voice comes out deep and raspy, the kind that vibrates low in the chest.
“Call me King.” He says, extending his hand, lips brushing over hers. “And that dress? Yeah… I already know I’d take my time with you.”
Arina blushes, her pale cheeks turning pink. She takes another sip from her drink, lashes lifting just enough to meet his stare, purposely making him wait. She retracts her hand slowly, obviously aroused by the touch of his lips.
The first one—the hazel-eyed man—slides into the other side of the booth beside me, his leg brushing mine as he settles in. One arm stretches across the backrest behind my shoulders, claiming space without a single word. His gaze sweeps the table—me, Arina, both dancers—taking everything in before drifting back to me like he never left.
“Name’s Saint,” he says finally, voice confident with a hint of something darker beneath it. “And it looks like tonight just got a whole lot more interesting.”
We’re not just being watched anymore; we’re the center of it all.
Star reaches across the table for the bottle, pouring Saint’s glass first, then Cairo’s, before sliding the last one to King. “Can’t have ya’ll just staring all night,” she teases, winking as she sets the bottle down.
Before anyone can answer, she grabs Light’s hand and rises, a slow, filthy smile curling at her mouth. “C’mon, baby. Let’s give them a little show.”
They toss their hair back and start to move, hips rolling in a deep, hungry rhythm beneath the neon glow. Their bodies press into each other—hands gliding over each curve, dragging through warmth that makes breathing turn needy. They tease the space between our tables, pulling us in by invisible threads. The air thickens—turning hot as every pair of eyes locks onto them.
Almost every pair.
Cairo and Saint eyes stay locked on me—both their arms around the back of me. Cairo relaxed to the left of me like royalty, emerald eyes gone dark and mischievous. Saint’s stare is, heavier, tracing every subtle twitch of my body. He sees the excitement I’m trying to hide, and the corner of his mouth twitches like he already knows how to feed it.
Across from me, Arina laughs, but King’s gaze stays locked on her, unmoving. His eyes trail down her body, stopping at the hem of her corset dress, and his tongue presses against his teeth—like he’s picturing exactly what’s under it and how fast she’ll actually let him peel it off.
Arina feels it too. She tilts her head back just enough to meet his stare, her smirk taunting him to keep imagining.
Starlight spin together, their laughter ringing above the bass as they pull the booth into their rhythm. But the real heat isn’t in front of me—it’s beside me, unraveling me without a single touch. Even with the girls dancing, the men’s attention never wavers.
Cairo leans forward, forearms planted on the table, his deep voice cutting through the my nerves.
“You know,” he says, a quick look at Arina before his eyes hold mine, “we’re going to a party after this. You’re coming—right?”
He phrases it like a question, but it lands like a decision that’s already been made. He lets his hungry gaze drag over my breasts, his mouth curving in a dark little smirk.
“Believe me, it’s not the kind of party you’d want to miss out on. It’ll be one to remember.” His eyes lift to mine, taunting. “Unless you think you can’t handle it.”
Saint smirks, swirling his drink before tipping it toward me.
“You’ve never seen a party like this one pretty, I can ensure you that. And something tells me you’ll fit right in.”
I don’t know if it’s a good or bad thing that he thinks I’ll fit in. But with the aura these men have, I’m eager to find out.
King leans in, shoulder brushing hers as he whispers something in her ear. I can’t hear him, but judging by the way his eyes dip to her breasts—I know exactly what kind of promises he’s feeding her. While Cairo and Saint’s eyes pin me, waiting for my response.
Star catches my eye mid-dance, winking before twirling Light into a spin. “Sounds like they’re trying to steal you two away,” she pleads. “What happened to sharing?”
Arina and I meet eyes across the table, grins matching, like a secret we both finally agreed on.
Safe is boring—I’ve lived safe for too long.
Tonight I want reckless.
Sure, it’s three of them and only two of us, andyeah, it could be dangerous… or it could be fun. And plus, I’m with Arina. I trust almost anything if she’s doing it.
