His eyes lift over Ginger’s shoulder to me, then return to her. “The Sapphire Room is open, Miss Ginger.”
“Thank you, Tiny.”
I pause and lean to his ear. “Turn the fucking camera off.”
He knows I’m referring to the security cameras that monitor each room for the girl’s safety.
When I pull back, he meets my eyes. I can tell he doesn’t like it. He’s a good employee and has been in the club’s employment for years. He even helped save the place from going up when it was firebombed last year. He looks out for these girls like a true defender, and so I get that he doesn’t like this. “Yes, sir.”
I pat his arm. “You’ve got nothin’ to worry about, Tiny. I’d never harm a hair on her head.”
“Yes, sir.”
Ginger has already moved into the room and is fooling with the console on the wall that controls the lighting and sound system.
I follow her inside the medium-sized room and close the door.
Like the name, the room is done in sapphire blue velvet. The walls are covered in it, the couches that line the walls are covered in it, even the ceiling is covered in it.
In the center of the room is a pole on a riser that’s lit in neon blue. Above it, a disco ball spins, sending glittering shards of light around the room.
“Just so you know, it’s 35 minutes for $250. If you want topless, it’s $400.”
I relax back on the sofa and grin. “Well, since my brothers are paying…”
Something flashes in her eyes for a moment—something almost like regret or disappointment, but it’s gone as quickly as it appears, and she pastes a smile on her face and removes her top.
I forget all about the meaning behind that brief expression, because the most stunning set of tits I’ve ever seen have just been revealed to me.
She moves in, climbing over me with a knee on either side of my thighs. Her hands go into her hair and she begins to move, those beautiful breasts just inches from my face.
I can’t resist running my hands up her thighs.
Her mouth parts, and I know it throws her for a moment. Maybe she even wants to tell me to stop, but she closes her mouth, pulling her lips between her teeth.
I shouldn’t take advantage of the fact that I wear this cut, that I’m technically, in her eyes at least, her boss. It’s wrong on so many levels, but I do it anyway.
I don’t know if there’s anything on God’s green earth that would keep me from touching her silken skin.
Holding back is a struggle, but I grit my teeth and go no further than her thighs, even though I can’t think of anything but stroking over every inch of her.
Goddamn, those bouncing tits are calling to me. I want to take them in my palms and squeeze. Her nipples tighten under my gaze, and my eyes flick up to hers.
She licks her lips, and my dick bobs behind the constraints of my jeans and the buckle of my chaps.
“You looked hot in those chaps you wore on stage,” I say, my voice sounding thick and gravelly even to my ears.
Her eyes flare. “Thanks. Yours are pretty sexy, too.”
I grin. “Are they? I’ll have to remember that the next time I ride up here.”
“You’ll be back, then?”
“Now that I’ve seen our newest headliner, try to keep me away.”
She flushes.
“Goddamn, girl. You’ve got the most beautiful body I’ve ever seen.”
