Page 27 of These Wicked Games
“You’re kind of rude.” Ryker’s eyes narrow more.
“And you’re kind of a slut.” The man winks, going back to his pad. “Today, boys.”
“Give meanother vodka soda.”
“Great. And you?” He flutters his lashes at Ryker. “What will you have? A shot of penicillin?”
“A different server.”
“Oh, fresh out, baby. Try again.”
He grinds his teeth. “What is your name? I want to speak to whoever’s in charge.”
“Oh, well, my name is Lukas, and if you want to speak to Dimitri’s son, I can do that, but uh . . . I wouldn’t want to bother him. He’s also my best friend and probably just as tired of you fucking his dancers as I am.”
“Lukas, stop please.” The redhead pouts. “I’m fine, okay?”
“Kenji Morozov?” I ask. Shit, okay, I was joking about this being a mafia-run place, but if Kenji Morozov is in charge, then the rumors have to be true. Dimitri’s son has quite the reputation. “Ryker, give it up. Your date is getting cold.” I look to the redhead, who’s pouting. She touches his tattooed chest, pulling his attention back to her, and Ryker gives Lukas one more once over before shaking his head.
“Asshole.”
Lukas scoffs. “I’ll be right back with your drink.” He moves away with the grace of a cat.
“I don’t know what the fuck his problem is.” Ryker’s attention lands back on the woman, kissing her neck. Okay, I need to do something else. Ryker looks up at me as I get up. “Where you going?”
“As much as I love watching you make out with this beautiful woman, I’m going to find something to do.” Or someone.
“Wear protection!” he calls out as I walk to the bar. My eyes land on Lukas making a drink, and I sit down at one of the empty bar stools near him. He looks up.
“Oh, I was coming,” he says, with none of that fire he had at our table. “I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s fine. I needed a change of scenery.”
“Not having fun watching your friend?”
I laugh, thanking him as he slides the glass to me. “Why were you being a dick?”
Lukas studies the bar, shaking his head. It’s now I see a tiny jeweled headband in his hair. “I’m tired of seeing him fuck anything that moves. Guys like him don’t give anyone a second thought.” I want to correct him. Ryker is nothing if not a caring dude, but I understand where Lukas is coming from. “He’s fucked a few of the dancers here, promising them glorious things only to leave without a second thought. I’m tired of mending broken hearts.” He points at the redhead, now topless, Ryker’s mouth firmly locked around her breast. “That’s Yvette. I’m already preparing the ‘you can do better’ speech.” Lukas rolls his eyes. “Just hate guys like that. Anyway. You have a fun night.” He winks, leaving me with my drink.
I turn on my seat, looking over the club. It’s decorated in deep reds and blacks and looks like a Victorian vampire lair. While not a queer club, it is definitely queer friendly. Since Kenji Morozov, Dimitri’s son, is pansexual, I know no one would dare be homophobic in here. Not if they want to survive the night.
While I’d rather be home in bed, it’s actually not a bad place. The music isn’t deafening. The vibe is chic and classy. There are poles placed around the club, and one stage that has two bigger poles with dancers—men and women. Soft, deep, black and red couchesare placed throughout. There are rooms for privacy, one-way-mirror rooms for private dances, and sections of the club that are dark enough no one can see what’s going on in those corners. It smells sweet, like smoke, not cloying like the nightclub Monica took us to.
“Hey there, handsome.” I hear a soft feminine voice to my right. A beautiful woman with a short black bob smiles in my direction. “Can I buy your next one?” Slowly, with the indulgence of a tiger cornering prey, she leans against the bar. Okay, pretty, very fucking pretty, with striking brown eyes and a sexy red smile. This is what I need. Right here.
I reach for her hand, she slips hers into mine. Her rich brown skin shimmers with whatever body glitter she has on, and warm vanilla takes up the space between us. I’m held here in place by those eyes, prettier than the night sky above. I kiss her hand, my eyes not leaving hers. “How about I buy you one, sweetheart?” She smiles wider.
“Sweetheart?” she scoffs. “Baby, there’s nothin’ sweet about me.”
My eyes do a slow crawl over her body. She’s stunning, curvy, beautiful. Great tits, and hips I can hold on to while I’m fucking her. “Oh, I bet there’s some things that are very, very sweet.” She grins wide, displaying white teeth.
“I’ll have what you’re having,” she purrs. I look for Lukas but he’s down the bar, so I flag another bartender, asking for a vodka soda.
“I’ll have a beer.” My spine stiffens at the voice.No fucking way. Swinging my head behind me, I see Andre standing at the bar. What the fuck! He gives me a cocky smirk before the bartenderslides a piece of paper to him along with his drink. He eyes the paper before stuffing it into his pocket. “Sounded like fun.” He shrugs at me.
The memory of him in that shower comes back. Why? Why the fuck is he messing with my head? Ignoring him, I turn to my company, holding out a hand. Not tonight. I’m getting laid, with this knockout if she’ll have me. It’s fucking happening. “Oli.” I ignore Andre’s snort.
“Danielle,” she says back. I need to get rid of this feeling. I feel too pent up, too on edge.
