Page 11 of Four of Hearts

I wasn’t a man of many words, but the few minutes we spent in the elevator with Lola I wished I had talked to her and introduced myself.

While she did take my breath away, I was focused on the show we had prepared for the night, and I didn’t want to mess anything up on stage.

Lola had already messed with my head in that brief encounter, and I knew if I had talked to her, I would’ve forgotten all about our routine and choreography.

I wasn’t the only one who felt that way though.

I could tell Leo was thinking about her every damn day. He was in his own little world, and it was hard to get him to snap out of it. Only a woman like Lola could’ve ever sent him into a trance like that.

Kline was acting strange too.

I could tell he had Lola on his mind too, and while he was the last to be obsessed with a woman, there was something flashing in his eyes that told me he desperately wanted to see her again.

We all did.

All four of us loved, admired, and respected women, and every night we had a show, we made sure they had the time of their lives. We appreciated their support, and while they paid us money to watch us dance and perform, we offered them free drinks and food once a month.

We called those shows our happy-hour shows, where we also changed up the routines. Usually, we would bring up one lucky lady to sit in the middle of the stage while we danced up close for just her. During that dance, the women were allowed to touch us, and help us get rid of our clothes. Down to our shorts.

But on happy-hour shows, we did that with four women. Each for one of us. And only on those nights, they got to take off all of our clothes.

Our job didn’t require much, other than being able to dance and put on a performance. While it sounded easy to others, it was exhausting to dance and practice so much. Next to that, we all kept up with our health and went to the gym multiple times a week to stay in shape.

We needed that much movement though, and without the Four of Hearts, none of us would be complete.

Leo had called us to dinner, and we all sat down around the table in the dining area. There were three different salads, potatoes, and all kinds of meat on the table. Leo had made steaks and sausages, giving us yet another delicious barbeque.

When Leo first joined us, I hadn’t really liked him. But by cooking as good as he did every day, he quickly made me change my mind about him. He was like a little brother to me. He was only seven years younger, and he did remind me of my actual brother at times.

“Tastes great, as always,” I told Leo.

He looked up at grinned. “Thanks.”

“Pass me the potatoes, please.” Watson was reaching out his hand and pointing at the plate in front of me.

I handed it to him, then continued to eat what was on my plate. We were silent, but for some reason, I could hear all of their thoughts.

We were thinking the same.

We had to see Lola again.

And almost as if Kline could read my mind, he cleared his throat and said, “I asked our neighbor about her.”

Never had my heart skipped a beat like that, and my dick had never throbbed so hard.

WATSON

“What did he say?” I was invested.

I couldn’t get that woman out of my head. She had looked straight into my eyes, and for a moment, it felt as if it was only her and I in that elevator. Something sparked between us, and I knew she wanted to see us again.

She was one of those curious people. She was open and confident, and our costumes had intrigued her. She was smart enough to notice that we weren’t real cops, and she immediately gave in to our flirting.

Well, I definitely was flirting. Not sure about the others.

But they still had her on their minds too.

“What’s his name, first of all?” Bennett asked.

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