“To ask questions, not dress like this.” She motions toward the outfit I had Vittoria prepare.
Leather.
Fishnets.
Lace.
My kind of trouble.
The delicate lines of Bianca’s face twist. Eyes low and lips thinned, her glare snipes me through the red lights painting her face.
Fury is reckless on the wrong person. On Bianca, it’s controlled. Defiant.
“Get one of your other women to give you a show. I’m not doing it. Had me out here working a full shift like you lost your mind.”
“Jealous?”
She scoffs.
“I think you are,” I tease, daring her to face me. “Did you see the women I fucked? Made come?”
“You mean Lady Long Back who called herself educating me on your dick behavior?” Bianca huffs. Her stroll is slow, the flash of her toes in fishnets unlocking a foot fetish.
My dick stirs when she takes the blunt from my mouth. A smirk teases her lips as she wraps them around the paper.
“Is that why you kidnapped me, Benny?” Smoke curls through her nostrils. “You tired of looking at long backs?”
I roll my lips to fight a smile and groan at the weight of her thighs over my crotch.
She smiles. “Is that for me?”
Fuck.
“I’ll pay,” I grit through my teeth, about to crack at her lazy body rolls.
“How much, Benny?” Her nails dig into my scalp to pull back my head.
The price of your trip. Your mortgage.
“Bianca.” I try to still her hips, but she slaps my hands away.
When did I become a masochist, and why am I about to ask about her home loan?
Blame it on the weed or the scotch I nursed for most of the night. I planned to show Trouble who’s boss and am two humps from putting her on my life insurance.
Her grin stretches. “Don’t nut yet. Here comes your show.”
The chandeliers dim to shadows as the lights onstage wake. The hypnotic melody of Rihanna’s “Numb” floats through the speakers toward Bianca’s sultry figure behind a curtain.
My nails dig into the oversized leather chair facing the stage at each dip and roll of the soft curves that have me on the verge of coming a second time. I’m not ashamed to admit I fisted myself in the private bathroom before I sent for her. Drugs and alcohol aren’t enough to stop Trouble’s sorcery. I’ll be damned if she takes my pride and my money in one night.
Andrea laced my blunt with the shit that makes people see ancestors and stars. It’s the only explanation for why I’m acting like it’s my first time witnessing a beautiful woman or getting a private dance. I’ve fucked Bianca, folded her up and forced her pussy to bend to my will and the curve of my dick.
I’m a crime boss, for fuck’s sake.
I almost swallow my tongue at Bianca on her knees, crawling down the stage. I don’t know when she found the time to train her ass to do tricks while working in human resources, but minchia. Her thighs widen and her hips roll to pop her pussy on the floor, waving her ass like a flag.
Andrea and I went to discos when we lived in the States during university. We still go on the occasional business trip. Trouble’s moves deserve a Vegas residency and a holiday special.
