Chapter Thirty Three
Diamonds and Pasties
Entering the club, booming music contorts my senses but what cuts me like a hot knife through butter is the glaringly obvious nudity that surrounds us. Women, fully exposed, move throughout the room on various tables or stages in front of gathered crowds. Something twangs inside of me but I push it down. I am not offended by their naked forms. To the contrary, the scene before me causes a curious heat to form on my chest and a flood to my panties. I’ve never really considered women as a sexual partner but something about being here with Ghost seeing the same bodies I do, has me flustered. Casually slidingmy eyes over to him, he remains completely oblivious to the women while speaking to a clean cut man dressed in a suit. He motions for me to follow and we make our way to a secluded booth. I take a moment to absorb my surroundings. Smooth leather covers the bench while glassy wood and granite forms a table and walls. Jewels hang in long strings around us, creating an enchanting wall from the top of the booth to the ceiling. I’m torn from my thoughts as a hand brushes my arm, looking over I find Ghost softly smiling at me with neutrality.
“What would you like to drink? Whiskey?” He waits patiently while I mull over his question.
“What are the house favorites?” I’m too flustered to decide and choose to be a little adventurous in such an exotic environment.
“It seems that their most popular option is something calledThe Screaming Orgasm.”His playful tone isn’t lost on me as I offer a mischievous smile.
“Everyone needs one of those in their life. Wouldn’t you say?” I lick my lips subconsciously.
“Some of us deserve one every single day, Everly.” His tone darkens as the words leave his lips.
The temperature hits an all time high as he gives our order to a topless server and continues his earlier conversation with the club’s manager. My eyes wander over the girls dancing around the room. The idea of being watched and having an entire room foaming at the mouth for you is tantalizing. I wonder if I could ever do it. Being watched too closely. For missions, I've done it many times but that’s different. One man to seduce is different from a room full. There’s only one man in this room that I want to look at me like this. Our drinks are delivered andI sip on the sickly sweet red liquid while continuing to watch the girls. I don’t realize I'm flushed until Ghost’s usual warm hands now feel ice cold against my exposed thigh. Looking over to him, his face takes seconds to read my expression.
It’s like he knows what I am thinking because he says, “Get the fuck out,” without ever breaking eye contact. The man doesn’t question his sudden rudeness before walking away quickly.
“What are you thinking about, my Little Siren? What has you all flustered?” I look away embarrassed. Following my eyes he sees the sight of attention.
“Ah, does my girl like the view or does the idea of being watched make her hot?” He chuckles to himself.
“I know, you like the attention. The idea of all eyes on you while you do something so very bad. Am I right?” He inches closer, whispering. His hot breath fluttered against my ear with each word. All I can offer is a nod before downing the rest of my drink.
Before he can say anything else, I get up and rush to the nearby bathroom. Just before I open the door, my eyes are pulled to a room across the tiny hallway. Women can be seen inside in little to no clothing, every time the door opens and closes. I have no idea what comes over me but I near the door. Just then a thought crosses my mind. With a devilish smirk, I enter the room. It takes a moment for someone to notice me but when she does, she looks me up and down before turning entirely towards my body.
“Honey, you won't be getting any tips dressed like that. Where’s your bag? Never mind, go around the corner and find something you like.” She then turns back to continue applying mascara.
Taking this as my in, I followed her directions. Finding a rack of clothing and various drawers of accessories. Skimming over the fabrics, I find a two piece set. A black jeweled top and bottom set with rows of dangling jewels drags a smile to my face. Collecting it, I search for the final piece of my ensemble. I, by pure luck, manage to locate a mask that goes perfectly with the rest of the outfit. After dressing, I find a sitting station and hastily apply red lipstick and tie up my hair with pins. Feeling content and a little giddy, I waltz out of the room. It takes mere seconds to locate him sitting alone in our booth. Relaxing against the back with one arm resting on the top, he looks down at his drink. I take the moment to look him over. He is painfully beautiful in a lethal kind of way. With one last shaky breath, I walk in his direction. I manage to get feet from the table before he finally notices me.
“No, thanks. I already have a wild cat in my life.” His words are so indifferent it takes me a second to remember that he thinks that I'm someone else. Continuing my pursuit, I climb on the table.
“Whatever. Knock yourself out, but you won't be getting anything from me.” He looks away. Fine, ignorethismotherfucker.
I grab his tie and pull him until he is inches from my face. I rotate my hips and upper body in different directions. Just as he is about to speak again, I stand and move like a serpent. This time, I have his attention. Dropping to my knees again, I push myself up and down, while my hands raise above my head.
“Everly?” He nearly sputters. Leaning forward, I carefully crawl towards him and plant a quick kiss on his lips. Before he can take it any further, I stand back up and dance slowly to the music. He looks around before biting on his fist. Ifrestraint wasn’t his strong suit, he would be losing it right now. Shifting uncomfortably, he leans towards me.
“Jesus fuck, Ev. Come down and give me a dance?” I shake my head no in response.
“Name your price.” He says sternly. Again, I shake my head. He spent months giving me blue balls once upon a time, he doesn't get to win now too. He growls before grabbing my hand and placing his black Amex in
it.
“The pin is 0528. Take what you need.” I’m stunned for more reasons than one. Not only do I likely hold tens of millions in my hand, but his pin is my birthday.
“Ghost, your millions mean nothing to me. I have my own.” I giggle out.
“Try billions. 46 billion to be exact, actually.” I nearly choke at his confession. I knew his family was wealthy but not that wealthy.
“Don’t overthink it. Soon it’ll be yours too. Call it my engagement gift to you.”I wasn’t overthinking before but I am now that I’m told not to.
Slowly, my body picks up the rhythm of the music once again. I spin my head around, turning my hair into a cyclone of ebony. Twirling my hips pulls his gaze from my face downwards. They trail up and down my body with a heated cast. He shifts unconsciously, casually adjusting himself. I spin around to give him a full view of my ass. It’s then that I notice the rest of my onlookers. Sets of eyes look in my direction. Some with smirks while others hold an expression of astonishment. All have the same lustful gaze that Ghost has painted on hisface. Now, at this moment, I realize it's not that I liked to be watched. It’s being so profoundly owned by someone that I am something no one else can have. I am unobtainable. It’s their jealousy and Ghost’s lack of that has me turned on. It’s how Ghost could be in a room of entirely naked women and he only watches me. That is what has me flustered. Might as well give them a show then. I drop my leg off the table until it lands on the seat next to Ghost. Resting my knee against the back of the booth, my hands roam his hair while my core is inches from his face. He stares directly up into my eyes with a sultry smile. He is loving this as much as I am.
“You really want to play this game, Little Siren?” There is the Ghost I have craved since that night of the Gala. My only response comes in the form of dropping to both knees, hovering over his lap, but never resting my weight down.
“I bet I’ll have you screaming my name by the end of the night.” He says in a rough voice.
