Oh, so, unavailable and emotionally damaged. Gotcha.
Add a wedding ring and we have the trifecta.
Des comes back through the black curtain and steps down the stairs into the dressing room, winking as she passes me. “Big tippers front and center. Go get ‘em, girl.” She slaps my ass gently.
I look at Scar. “Your guys?”
She grins, nodding vigorously.
With a quick shake of my head, I laugh. “I’m going to regret saying yes to you, aren’t I?”
“Let’s hope so!” She laughs, then pulls an outfit from her locker so she can get ready to make the lap dance rounds. “The best regrets start with something really,reallynaughty.”
Rolling my eyes, I take a few deep breaths and I step up to the curtain as our DJ starts hyping the crowd. I crack my knuckles, then pull each foot up to my ass in turn, to stretch my quads. Never can be too nimble. When he announces me, the crowd goes wild, and I close my eyes, absorbing the applause. It’s not like I’m not going to miss this.
After a few long seconds, the first chords ofWhy Don’t You Do Rightstart up, the applause dies down, and I make my way out onto the stage.Mystage.
Until Friday.
Chapter Three
Atlas
Following her to her seat in first class is torture. She walks like she knows her ass calls to me, like each sway of her hips is intentional, each step saying, “Fuck me, Atlas.”
Yes, ma’am.
She stops at an empty seat and turns toward me, so I lift my eyes from her hips and meet her gaze. A slow smile spreads across her face as she trails her fingertips back and forth over her chest, following the delicate curved tops of her breasts. She extends her hand toward her seat. I look down at it, then at the one just beyond, and wonder how I hadn’t noticed her before finding her in the bar, when our seat assignments were right fucking next to one another. All I had to do was be a bit less self-absorbed and look past the divider, and I could have been hooking up hours ago.
Idiot.
I glance across the way and meet Red’s questioning gaze, then smile and nod toward the hot piece of ass I just found. My security guard shakes his head as he slides his eye mask over his eyes. He hates flying, and landing is his least favorite part, so he always tries to fall asleep at the one hour ‘til arrival mark.
He makes a decent salary following me around and keeping my ass out of trouble, but I owe him a little something extra for ditching the tour bus with me and hopping on a plane.
Stepping into the small area, I take the seat near the window, then watch as she sits down just as gracefully as she walks.Pure torture.I want that perfectly round ass bobbing up and down on my dick, not sitting in a goddamn airplane seat beside me.