And that’s when he asked me to kneel for him.
“I said,” he started, slowing his words. “Kneel for me, darling.”
He was handsome. Dark, thick hair faded to the sides and fuller on top. He was donning a dark blue three-piece suit and his full lips were distracting. Everything about him looked strong and chiseled. From the way he filled out his suit with broad shoulders and sharp jawline.
Except his lips… they looked soft and pliant.
I need to get laid.
“Excuse me?” I asked, trying to sound professional and not wobble in my high heels.
A little frown appeared on his brows, as if he was annoyed by the back and forth. Well, I didn’t care. I was here to serve them, change out of the slutty uniform, and go back to the apartment I rented to binge watch romance anime.
“I’ll pay you double, and I’ve already talked to the manager,” he said, tilting his head as his dark eyes dropped to my legs. He nudged his glasses on the bridge of his nose and said, “Remove the heels and come here.”
I shouldn’t have retorted. But I blurted, “Make it triple.”
He raised his brow. His friend coughed, and I continued, keeping my eyes on him. His gaze was unnerving, as if he could see through my facade of trying to appear assertive. “I’m not cheap.”
If there was a balcony nearby, I wanted to dive off it head first for saying such a cringe thing to a man?—
“Of course you’re not, darling,” he purred, his smile making panties pool with arousal. “Come here, my expensivePrincess.”
My cheeks heated at the nickname.
So did my pussy.
“Sean, stop teasing the poor girl,” his friend said, taking a sip of wine.
Seankept his eyes on me, testing me and patiently waiting for me to accept his proposal.Fuck it. I didn’t have anything to lose. I just had to kneel for him, get the money, and probably never see him again. He would turn into the weird-rich-guy-who-made-me-kneel and I would forget about him.
Swallowing my pride, I removed my heels, my stocking clad feet landing on the soft wooden floor. I bit back my groan of relief and went closer to the men, keeping the tray on the far side of the table.
My nerves clenched my stomach when he looked at the floor beside his feet. Blood rushed to my cheeks, making me feel warm.
“Wait.”
I stopped across from him. That close, I could get a hint of expensive but subtle cologne that made the situation a lot worse. Handsome man I could handle. But a handsome man who smelled so sexy? I was in a puddle.
He folded his handkerchief vertically, neatly and kept it down beside him.
“Come.”
My feet moved, and I was kneeling on the padded handkerchief beside him before I could blink. I didn’t know why, but it felt nice. The gesture of him caring for my knees. The fabric underneath my knees felt like silk and I wondered what kind of job he had that he used silk handkerchiefs and booked a VIP booth at an expensive strip club without having any stripper dance for him or his friend.
I tensed when his fingers ran through my hair, my fingers fumbling on my lap. I was full of anxiety, my body frozen, wondering if he was going to ask me to give him a blow job or?—
“Relax, sweet girl,” he whispered to me, his voice barely audible through the sultry song, making me shiver at the closeness.
I hadn’t noticed that his thigh was right beside me, his dark leather shoes sparkling in the dim light.
I peered up at his face and found him staring down at me with his hand on my head.
“I won’t do anything you don’t want. You’re just kneeling for me because you’re a good girl,” he said in his hypnotic voice. His large, warm hand ran through my hair, making my shoulders relax. If I wasn’t kneeling, I would’ve melted on the floor.
“You’re safe with me.”
It was strange.
