Page 168 of Torrid Passion
“Since I can’t seem to control myself when I’m around him, I might get carried away and I’d hate for anything to happen to my gift.”
“That make sense,” I say, playing along. “You’re going to give me what I want, gorgeous?”
“Most definitely,” she grins back. “You know, you’re not the only one who’s full of surprises tonight. You still don’t know what I’m hiding underneath this,” she says, her eyes dropping to her overdress.
“You’re right. Are you ready for your big reveal?”
“Very. Ready.” The little sparkle in her eyes suggests this should be good. She shifts her attention to the podium. “I assume the second chair is for you to be close and personal?”
“Yeah! I’d hate to miss out on any of the action.”
“That would be wrong,” she nods, with a serious expression. “Do I get music?”
“Absolutely! You can pick from one of the playlists,” I point to the wall mount and the iPhone that’s docked.
“Why don’t you select something?” she suggests.
“You’re sure? It’s your dance.”
“Your show. Your music selection.”
There’s more and she doesn’t even know what yet.
“Fair enough,” I say. “I’ll make sure to pick something that gets you into the mood.”
“I know you won’t disappoint,” she flashes me a seductive smile. “See you in a bit,” she says before sashaying away from me.
The only downside to her overdress is that it hides her hourglass figure. I hope that’s about to change.
First, I turn the lights low. Dark shades of blue cast over the room, giving it a sultry atmosphere.Perfect.Then,I walk to the foyer, remove my jacket and place it inside the closet. I stride to the bar and grab a thick black pouch. Larkin had it in his safe. When we signed in, he slipped into the room and hid it in a safe spot. He texted me right after.
Neither Kyla nor I will forget this night.
I made sure of it.
Stripper-slut?
If she knew how far I’m willing to take this game.
I can’t help the devilish grin that stretches my lips.
I head to the iPhone, turn it on and scroll through an impressive selection of playlists until I pick one––“Cherry Pie”. This has to be the one.
I shake my head as I flashback.
I might’ve only been a roadie with zero musical talent, but I was still part of the action and the dirty fun. Female fans would go nuts when Random Misconception—Rod, Beckett, Holt and Jace’s former band—used to play their own cover of the nineties Top Ten hit song by local glam metal band, Warrant. I remember watching from backstage as girls––wearing barely-there outfits––gyrated suggestively to the tune. No wonder the song was named the 56th best hard rock song of all time by VH1.
“Are you ready?” I shout, a finger hovering over the play button.
“Ready!” Kyla shouts back.
I press the button.The music is loud enough for her to get her sexy on, but not overwhelming enough to be irritating.
Let the show begin.
I take a seat on the chair near the podium, drop the pouch on the stage and unzip it. I wiggle on the chair, testing its sturdiness.
I hope it holds or else I’ll have to cover the damages.
