But with every step I took, my dick refused to get onboard, and irritation clawed at my chest.
Fuck. I ground my molars and focused on the tiny slip of fabric holding his dick, though, judging by the way he grew harder, it wouldn’t be doing its job for long.
I want this,I told myself, moving in closer.It’s just sex.
I imagined pushing this guy up against the wall, only my mind conjured a private booth, wooden lattice, and a man hidden in shadows instead.
My feet stopped moving, my fists clenched, and I cursed.
“Unbelievable,” I muttered, running a hand through my hair and gripping it so hard it hurt. I shook my head once at the dancer, whose sensual smile fell, before turning on my heel to head back to the elevator.
Anger buzzed through my veins, and I stabbed at the button. “Fuck me to hell.”
Could this elevator be any slower?
But when it finally stopped and the door slid open to reveal Benoit—the gossip king of our group—I cursed myself for not taking the damn stairs.
“Alessio?” His eyes sparkled with curiosity as they widened in surprise.
I was almost positive I was the last person he’d expected to see standing here when the door opened, and quite frankly, he wasn’t wrong. I never ventured up here; I couldn’t believe I’d thought it would help tonight.
Nothing did.
“Going down?” he asked, a sly smile crossing his face. “Or have you already had that pleasure tonight?”
Knowing I wasn’t about to get out of this without some kind of bullshit explanation that Benoit would see through, I merely grunted and stormed inside.
“Yikes. Okay…” Benoit moved out of my way to stand to one side. “So, I’m going to take that as a no.”
Again, I remained silent as I punched the lobby button.
“And judging by your tightly wound disposition, I’m thinking that you could do with a stiff?—”
I glared at him across the space, and Benoit merely held his hands up.
“I was just going to say drink,mon cher.That’s all. A stiffdrink.”
I narrowed my eyes and shifted my attention to the closed door, hoping he would take my continued silence for an answer. But in true Benoit form, he wasn’t going to let me get away with things that easily.
Instead, he sidled up close to my side—that scary-as-fuck new boyfriend of his obviously giving him the confidence to put his life in danger—and placed a hand on my tense arm.
“Alessio,” he said, batting his insanely long lashes, “come and have a drink with me.”
It wasn’t a terrible idea. A few shots of something hard and alcoholic might be exactly what I needed to forget my troubles. But it also might make my lips loose enough to get meintrouble.
I trusted my brothers with my life, but I was pretty sure Rafael would have an issue with my advertising the fact that I was in a sexually frustrated time loop because I wanted to see if his body looked as good as I remembered when he was naked in front of me.
Yeah, somehow I think that might piss him off.
“Alessio?”
“Fine, lead the way.”
Benoit grinned and pushed the button for level two, and when the elevator stopped and opened, he headed straight for the bar.
Good, at least he wasn’t going to try to feed me first.
“What’ll it be?” he asked as we scanned the shelves holding the most expensive bottles of liquor money could buy.
