I drop into one of the chairs as the others walk in. A server follows us and goes over to Drew, who stands next to the bar on one side. His brown eyes never leave me and I can feel his kiss still. My heart pounds as the guys sit in the chairs next to me.
I drink my cold drink to try to cool off. My mind is a little sluggish with all the alcohol I’ve had tonight. How many drinks have I had? I should ask... Kayla. “Oh, fuck.”
“What’s wrong, flower?”
Glancing at Finn, I pick up my clutch. “I need to tell Kayla where we are.”
“Not to worry, princess.” Drew comes over and takes my hand, pulling me out of my seat. My head spins a little, but he holds me tight against him, centering me. “The server will let her know. I also ordered another round of drinks. Our entertainment will be here in fifteen minutes. Plenty of time to get to know each other.”
Drew sits in my chair and pulls me down onto his lap. Okay, maybe he’s a little possessive. Or maybe he just wants to show off to the other guys. He’s allowed to touch me, kiss me, hold me.
“She’d be more comfortable in her own chair,” Dante grumbles.
“Would you, princess?” Drew pulls my legs over to one side of his. The high backs of the chairs give me support. It would lower the tension in the room if I moved. But fuck that.
Dante yelled at me this morning. Finn left me after giving me many amazing orgasms. And Wyatt... Yeah, I’m not going to think more about him.
“I’m perfectly fine here.” I wrap my arm around Drew’s neck and take a drink, only to find I’ve emptied it. Is that two or three since we got here? The daiquiris at the bar earlier just kept showing up too.
Drew plucks it from my hand and sets it on the table. “You all grew up with Sara?”
“Tom’s our friend.” Finn leans back in the chair and, with hooded eyes, studies the way Drew holds me. “We’ve always watched out for Sara.”
“Why a gentlemen’s club?” Wyatt leans his elbows on his knees with his glass of scotch held between them. He swirls the amber liquid. His dark eyes don’t shift to me but stay on Drew. “Your family business is in what? Textiles?”
Drew sips from his drink and raises an eyebrow. “Can you think of anything more boring than textiles? It’s good and we’ve found our niche, but I can only talk about fabric for so long before I want to gouge my eyes out. I appreciate our business and will run it with the utmost care when it’s mine, but this club...”
He gestures with his drink to the lush room. His eyes sparkle when he meets Wyatt’s. “This is something all my own. Not directed by my parents. I make the decisions about what happens within these walls. Who to let in. Who to keep out. It’s my own little empire.”
Finn nods. “I can see the appeal.” He indicates the bed. “Do you partake in your empire?”
Drew laughs. “No. I don’t pay for sex and I only hire dancers. What they do within these walls or how they use the room is their business and no one else’s.”
“Do all the rooms have a bed?” My gaze keeps straying to the luxuriously appointed bed at the far end of the room. My thinking may be slowed, but the thought of all these men on that bed with me makes my breath and pulse quicken. I press my thighs together.
“This is our special suite. It’s only used by VIP members.” Drew draws his finger along my jaw, spreading sparks through my veins. “It’s perfect for the fantasy, even if no one uses the bed.”
I can’t imagine this world. The decadence... and the underbelly. These women must get propositioned constantly, but they decide what happens.
“How do you protect the women?” I’ve had too much to drink if I’m asking that out loud. It’s really none of my business. I’m here as a guest. Wait, no, I’m here as a customer.
Drew’s serious eyes meet mine. “There’s always a bouncer outside the rooms, but if the dancer doesn’t feel safe, he can be inside with them. I’m not saying it’s a perfect system, but it works. And if a dancer complains about a client, he’s banned from the rooms for three months. If he gets a second complaint, he’s no longer a member.”
That’s good. The server walks in and hands out drinks.
Dante grabs mine before I can lift it to my mouth.
“Hey!” I reach for it, but he holds it away.
“You’ve had enough, pipsqueak.”
“I’m fine.” Okay, that came out a little slurred. “You all won’t let anything happen to me.” I wiggle my fingers and give him a coy smile. “Please, boss, may I have my drink?”
Drew chuckles against my neck and a shiver rolls through me. Dante gives me a stern look before passing it over.
“We’re driving you home, pipsqueak.”
I smile over the rim of my glass at his heated blue eyes. “Whatever you say.”
