Page 163 of Torrid Passion
“Absolutely,” I say.
Larkin’s dangerous grin should serve as a warning, but luckily, Kyla remains oblivious.
“Well, enjoy,” he says patting me on the back.
“Oh, I will.”
“Artemis, always a pleasure. Have a good evening,” he says.
“You too,” Kyla says.
“Come on, let’s go upstairs and get started on ourvery enjoyablenight.”
“Oh, no. Now you have me worried,” she says.
“It’s too late now, Little Red Riding Hood. You’re already in the wolf’s den… you might as well enjoy it.”
Would it be wrong to admit the slight tinge of worry veiling her eyes makes me hard?
* * *
I had another theme in mind, but yesterday’s raunchiness had me changing my mind. Since all the rooms were booked, Larkin’s staff had to improvise.
“This is us,” I sayleadingKylainside.
“We got a lounge—” Kyla’s eyes widen. “Whoa! What’s that?” she asks, pointing a frantic finger in front of her.
“There are dedicated SeducXXXtion rooms with a few more bells and whistles, but we were out of luck. Still, I think this will do nicely.”The original spelling for those rooms indicate the level of naughty, hence the triple X.
The converted lounge we’re in has all the essentials—a private bathroom, a fully stocked bar and surround sound speakers. It also has a Hans Gramercy daybed, a chair and an oversized armchair—all black leather. It also has Quintus’s trademark Italian custom made large, low coffee table in black veined marble. A few smaller coffee tables are also dispersed throughout the room. Near the floor to ceiling windows is where you’ll find the star attraction of this room––a podium. It’s wide enough for a dancer to showcase her talent and it’s complete with a pole and two chairs. Of course, like every playroom, the walls are fully sound proofed. What more can a guy ask for?
“You want me to pole dance for you?”
“Yes,” I say in a matter-of-fact way.
“Are you kidding me right now?”
“I’m very serious.”
“No way,” she shakes her head vehemently.
“I was told you know how to do erotic chair dancing, lap dancing, floor work, striptease, crawling on the floor like a bitch in heat, slinking and some serious grinding.” Her face drops. “So why not put those lessons to good use? If you don’t, they’ll get rusty,” I grin from ear to ear.
She narrows her gaze at me. “Stella squealed.” It’s not a question.
“After our raunchy video sexting session, I texted your cousins to find out if you had taken dance lessons. The way you dropped it low… those were some professional moves. I had to find out. Stella patched Hayden on a three-way call.”
“Oh God,” she cringes.
“Honestly, your cousin is such a joy to talk to. Hayden’s insight was also very valuable.”
“You’re the devil.”
I smile proudly. “I want what I want, gorgeous.”
She rolls her eyes. “Just because the three of us took dance lessons in six-inch stripper shoes,” –Yeah, my cock stiffens at the visual– “once a week for two months as a gag last summer doesn’t mean I can shake it like a pro.”
“I’m sure you’re underestimating yourself,” I counter.
