Page 6 of Broken Valentine
After what feels like forever waiting for him to respond, he shakes his head and his lips quip into a smile. “Of course not. Follow me.”
He leads me into a back room where there are lounge chairs surrounding a stripper pole. I glance around the dimly lit room before taking a seat in one of the leather chairs.
The club music blasts from the speakers on the wall and I'm already becoming mesmerized by the movement of his hips as he dances toward me, parting his legs before bending low to the ground. His face is so close to my groin, my dick can't help but react and he hasn't even touched me yet. His hands caress my thighs, moving up my body as he climbs over my lap with a mischievous gleam in his eyes. He appears more comfortable doing this than I thought he would be. His body relaxes over mine, and I remember this man is only doing his job.
“Remember to keep those hands to your sides.” His smile only widens as he bucks his hips forward, and he arches his back with his hand pressing to my chest. He continues to move against my thighs, teasing me each time his cock comes close to touching mine. Keeping my hands by my sides becomes more difficult when he stands up and turns around, grinding against the air with the perfect globes of his ass so close to my face. I badly want to wrap my hands around his hips and tug him against me, but I don't move and continue sitting back, enjoying the show.
As soon as the song ends, he stops moving, and his hair brushes against my face as he bends down to whisper in my ear, “Did you enjoy that?” His eyes rake up and down my body and grow dark when they land on my cock restricted in my dress slacks. “I'll take that as a yes. That one is on the house, but if you want me to keep going, it's twenty-five per song.”
I suck in a breath, unable to break my gaze from his. “In that case, I'll take two more songs and maybe you'll let me buy you a drink afterward. After all, you did offer me a listening ear earlier.”
“You don't ask for much, do you?”
“Give me some time and I may ask for more.” I'm not sure where this side of me is coming from, and for a minute I think those words came from someone else's mouth, but it's still only us in here. Two more songs go by and he didn't give everything away in the first one, and by the end of the last song, I'm convinced he has more tricks up his sleeve. Those last songs turn into more and I’m not sure how much time has gone by, but Taylor is now sitting on my lap breathless with his skin glistening from sweat. The heat flooding through Taylor's eyes sends a warmth through me, igniting flames that have been dim for a while. I'm almost ready to lay down all my money. I miss the warmth of his body when he steps off my lap and offers me his hand. “By the way, my name is Taylor. Let’s go get that drink now.”
He doesn't have to tell me twice to have me practically jumping out of my chair and following him down the rabbit hole. Taylor whispers something in the bartender’s ear and the guy nods, cracking a smile my way. We grab one drink together and don’t get to exchange more than a few words before Taylor is being called back on stage. He dances to a few songs, and his movements remain flawless the whole time, never missing a beat. It doesn’t matter how tired he appears by the end of the last song. His energy on stage is contagious, stirring the crowd around him. He gets many requests of lap dances from various customers. I occupy myself with random conversations with the bartender, Tuck, who never says more than Ten words each time we converse. He isn’t a man of many words, but the dancer who has a knack for annoying him, has plenty. “Don’t worry, Taylor should be back soon. Lucky you, getting to have me here to keep you busy while you wait.”
“Lucky? Psh…more like cursed. You should be asking yourself exactly what you did to deserve such torture,” Tuck says with a grin as he slides a water in front of Luca. “You are being cut off for now. I don’t need to lose my job if you fall on your ass on that stage from being too drunk.”
“I’m never too drunk. I don’t need you to monitor my alcohol intake, but I think it’s sweet you care so much T.”
Watching those two go back and forth is enough entertainment to make the rest of the time go by, and before I know it, Taylor is occupying the seat next to me with a huge smile on his face. “How about we have a real drink now?”
My eyes grow big when he sets four shots in front of us, running a blue flame over them. Taylor takes the first one, downing it in one gulp, and before he can grab the next, my fingers wrap around it and I grit my teeth after throwing it back. He laughs, cheering me on and lifting another shot in the air. I grab the last one and we drink them at the same time. The smooth liquid burns my throat on its way down, leaving me with a light buzz. “I don't think I've ever drunk anything so fast before.”
Taylor laughs, squeezing in closer to me. “I thought maybe we could drink first and then talk. Makes things easier that way. We don't have to talk about what happened today if you don't want to.”
I didn't want to talk about it because the more I did, the more real it became, but I know constantly pushing it away won't help me move on. I'm still not even sure why I'm here but the more Taylor smiles at me, the more I want to stay. He is this bright sunrise after a stormy night. Each time he talks, his eyes light up and he’s buzzing with this positive energy I badly need to be a part of. I'm not interested in drinking more after last night, but with Taylor around, all logical thinking goes out the window and after the day I had, I don't want to think. “Tell me Taylor, how long have you been dancing?”
“Ever since I was five.”
“And that was like what, fifteen years ago?” I don’t need him to answer to know I’m not far off. Knowing he’s old enough to work at the club and is allowed to drink is enough at the moment. Besides, all we're doing is talking.
He laughs, tossing his head back. “Something like that. Do you have any hobbies?”
“I play piano, or I did. It's been a while. I still offer lessons on occasion in the summers, but ever since Rhys and I got the new house, I took on a new job and haven't had much time for it.”
“Really? Are you any good?”
“Pretty good. I wish I had a piano here so I could show you instead of having you take my word for it.”
“Do you have a piano back at your place?” His cheeks go pink, and he looks away, suddenly becoming bashful. “Sorry, that was probably...I didn't mean it that way.”
I laugh, shaking my head at how adorable he is with those blond curls falling around his beet-red face. “I do, but Rhys always hated the noise, so it's been more like decoration these days and probably out of tune. He works from home and says it's loud and distracting.” We both go quiet, and instead of thinking before I speak again, I say the next thing on my mind and I want to blame the liquid courage. “You know, during the lap dance, I was thinking about all the things I never got to do before meeting Rhys.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, and maybe this is my chance to do them now.”
“What are they?” He leans in closer, and I can smell his strawberry lip gloss.
“Fool around with a complete stranger, go home with someone from a bar, or have a one-night stand.”
He laughs. “I’ve got you beat by one.”
I eye him curiously, arching a brow, already guessing in my mind which one he's done and hasn't. “And what would that be?”
“I've fooled around with a stranger before. Well, we made out on a couch at a frat party and there was some definite touching. That counts, right?”
