Page 21 of Boss On Notice
Clinging to each other, we shuffle toward music. My head is light and my feet feel like they’re moving on air. I’m loving this night, and this moment. The bass beats drives through me as we make our way down a dimly lit hallway. I barely register that people have stopped their conversations to get a look at us. I can’t help but feel proud to be with such a popular and good-looking man.
We enter an amazing nightclub that extends throughout the expanse of the rooftop floor. I gaze up. The ceiling made of glass makes me feel like I’m mingling with a regal sky that’s the perfect shade of dark violet. My feet certainly feel as if they’re off the ground. The music is still good. I’m being energized by the half-naked and, in some cases, fully naked women and men dancing provocatively on stages that line the perimeter. My shoulders move to the beat. I want to dance too.
Orion doesn’t hear me say we should dance. I have no idea where our scantily clad escort is leading us, but I’m suddenly surprised to see the flight attendant from our airplane ride from New York to Las Vegas. I forgot her name although I’m seriously trying to remember it. Is it Pippen, Pepper…
“Oh,” I say. “It’s Pippa.” I don’t think anybody hears me. I don’t think I can hear me. So, I put my mouth close to Orion’s ear as a pinch of something that feels a lot like jealousy charges through me. “Pippa wants to fuck you.”
Orion smirks. I can’t hear him because of the volume of the music, but I see that he’s chuckling. I’ve never admitted this to myself, but I love his chuckle. Sure, I’ve convinced myself that I hated the sound of it, but I don’t. I never have.
Pippa remains glued to Orion’s side until he says something to her. I couldn’t hear what he said but she’s stopped in her tracks and we leave her in our dust.
The song changes, and recognizing the tune, my body can’t take it anymore—I must dance.
“Dance with me?” I say loudly, tugging Orion in the direction I want him to go.
“You want to dance?” He sounds surprised.
I’m not myself, I know. Or maybe I am myself. I’m behaving like someone I haven’t been since my dad’s accident.
I answer his question by tilting my head toward where clubgoers shuffle their feet, sway, bounce, and grind to the music. Orion says something to the hostess. She nods and then watches us traipse off to fulfill this burning desire within me. I must curl my body around his. I want to feel him against me.
* * *
It’s been so longsince I’ve let loose like this. I sway my hips around Orion, brushing up against him, rubbing his package. He’s hard as he mostly stands watching me like a sexy, stalking tree. Yes, I am indeed shamelessly seducing this hunk of a man. I thought I had lost the ability to beguile a man with a sensual dance, but the fire in Orion’s eyes, the way he’s opened up to me but is paralyzed by desire, says I haven’t. My hands are all over his body. I want to show him something. I raise my knee. My talent takes over, allowing me to balance while standing on one leg. I grab my ankle. I activate my abdominal muscles, as I extend my leg high enough to lay my calf against the front of Orion’s shoulder.
Heavy-eyed, Orion mouths some words. I can make out only one word—it’sfuck. I have this man where I want him, which is why I deepen my stretch. The point in my inner and outer thighs ache so good as my pussy is flush against him and my mouth close to his. I bet he didn’t know this about me though. “I’m a dancer.”
It happens very slowly but now his lips are on mine. I can hardly believe I’m kissing Orion Lord. His tongue, warm and wet, whirls sensually around mine. Our lips tangle. Wow—he’s such a good kisser. I am entranced by this activity of making out with him as our lips and tongues continue their sultry dance. I gasp as Orion’s large hand grasps my thigh as if he wants me, as if he owns me. Desire makes me moan in his mouth. Who is this man I’m kissing tonight? He’s definitely not my lecherous boss. No way… This man is an heir. He’s sex on a stick. I want to get to know him better. I want to fall in lust with him.
The song ends and the man that I’m with tonight and I stare into each other’s eyes. I’m dizzy.
The moments pass. A new song begins. What do we do next?
“I need a drink,” he says, winded.
I let go of a tiny bit of whatever this is I’m feeling for Orion as I nod. I don’t need another drink, but I definitely need to sit.
* * *
The nightclub is too loud sowe’ve been directed to a private upscale bar on the twenty-first floor. No city does sexy atmosphere better than Vegas. The walls are gold-plated and the bar stools are made of glass and glow like light bulbs. There aren’t very many people here so it almost feels like Orion and I have the place to ourselves.
He orders himself a whiskey sour and then tells the bartender to make me something blue and fruity, containing the amount of alcohol suitable for a lightweight.
The bartender looks me over when he says that. Normally, I’d worry about what he’s seeing. But all I can think about is how much he looks like a famous actor. I can’t remember the guy’s name, but he has floppy hair and a killer jawline. Jeez, I can’t remember anybody’s name.
“That thing you did with your leg…” Orion says now that we’re alone.
“What about it?” I purr.
“That was amazing.”
I smirk. “I’m a dancer.”
“Yeah, you told me that.” He says with a hard lift of his eyebrows. “But I thought you have a degree in psychology?”
“I do.”
The bartender serves our drinks. His gaze holds mine for a fragment of a second too long. He’s flirting right in front of Orion, who doesn’t seem to notice. I bet he never notices when a man flirts with his date. I bet he thinks that it’s unfathomable that any woman would choose any man over him.
