Page 2 of Infatuate Me

And why am I here? Because I had a business meeting with the fucker sat to the left of me, and this is where he chose to come after the deal was sealed. It’s not usually my scene, I’d prefer a nice wine bar, but seeing her in front of me, it’s suddenly got way more appeal than it should. But that shouldn’t be for everyone’s eyes. It shouldn’t even be for mine, but goddamn, she’s a vision. A beauty. A fucking temptress with her hips rotating as she kneels in front of me, her hands running up her sides and cupping her boobs. Dear God. Her long blonde hair is pulled back, her makeup dark and dramatic, and her lips a bright red, a clear sign of showing all of us here what we can’t fucking have but want very fucking much.

There is a clear rule in here where you do not touch the girls, but I’m finding it so fucking difficult not to reach out and stroke her smooth, tanned skin.

I’m only human after all, and when she unhooks her bra and lets it fall down her arms… mother of fuck. She’s got one of her arms over her breasts, and she pushes up to her full height, making me tilt my head to look at her. She doesn’t smile at me, she just looks as she continues to move, not even seeming fazed that I’m here. I mean, why would she be? I’m just a guy her dad knows. We’ve never had much conversation past ‘hello’. But suddenly, I find I want to know everything about her. What makes her tick. What makes her the woman she is today.

I’m not going to lie to myself and say I’ve never found her attractive, because fuck, I have. But she’s always been off limits, not to mention the age difference.

The song starts to wind down, and I’m still enraptured by her, and then she gives me a half smile and a wink, before she’s turning and walking away, her arse swaying from side to side, her cheeks on clear view in the lacy red thong she’s wearing. She lifts her arms up as she goes, her hands in the air, and there are a few cheers in the crowd, but they can’t see anything because she has her back to us all. And then she disappears behind a curtain, the music changing to something of a softer beat as the stage is cleared of the leftover money that didn’t fit in the sides of her thong, ready for the next act.

And I find myself salivating over what I just saw, even as guilt starts to eat away at me.

I’m pretty fucking sure her dad has no idea she works here, because if he did, he’d shut the place down, and for some reason, I take that as my cue to find out why she’s here in the first place.

Chapter Three

CARRIE

There’s a part of me that’s ashamed that I just danced in front of my dad’s best friend, but then the other part is so fucking turned on that he couldn’t take his eyes off me, regardless of what he might have thought.

Dominic Chambers is a silver fox, period. He’s delicious with his stubble running along his jawline, his hair which is slightly peppered with grey, and his body which he clearly looks after. I mean, fuck, he’s nearly fifty and he’s still so fucking handsome. A man who is aging like a fine wine. If I were a decade or more older, I’d be tempted to try my luck, for sure.

I laugh out loud at my ridiculous thoughts—thoughts I shouldn’t even be having. But then, a fantasy never hurt anyone, and I’m entitled to allow my mind to wander to all the things he could do to me. Oof.

I shake my head as I take off my dramatic makeup, leaving my face feeling fresh. After changing out of my lingerie, I pull on my leggings and oversized jumper, because no fucker will care what I look like now the show is over. I could have stayed and worked the floor, but honestly, with him out there, I’m glad I chose to go home early, for once. I guess it could have been an omen, because usually I pick up any extra work going, but I turned it down tonight just from being exhausted. Like I said, an omen, maybe?

I push my feet into my trainers and put everything into my bag, before I take my hair out and chuck it back up in a loose, messy bun. Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I make my way out of the club, waving to Earl as I go. He blows me a kiss and says, “I’ll make sure your money is in your bank account by the morning.”

“I know,” I tell him, knowing that he would never diddle me. I trust him completely. I have the couple of hundred that was shoved in my panties earlier, and I’ve got it safely tucked up inside my bra, just in case someone tries to get lucky and take my bag from me—you never know who lurks in the dark, even if this is a high-class place with security cameras circling the building. Cameras are no fucking good when the act is taking place, and if someone tried to get lucky, all they would be taking home is my outfit and accessories, which can be replaced.

I say goodnight to Gerry, who works the back door, and I make my way around the corner of the building to my car. I’m pretty damn pleased with what I earnt tonight, and I decide to treat myself to a burger on my way home, because I haven’t had time to eat anything since lunch and I’m starving. I wouldn’t usually eat at ten at night, but sometimes, needs must.

I unzip the side of my bag and pull out my car keys, something I should have taken out of my bag beforehand, but my mind has been elsewhere, and as I approach the car, I feel someone behind me. Whipping around, I see a dark figure, stepping out from the side, their hands in their pockets and their face just being illuminated enough by the sidelights of the building to show me who it is.

Dominic.

Fuck.

I was hoping to avoid any kind of questions he may have had, but it seems I’m shit out of luck.

“Carrie,” he says as he approaches me, his smooth voice doing fuck all to stop my heart from racing.

“Dominic,” I counter, because even as I feel a bundle of nerves on the inside, I won’t show him that. Fuck no.

“Didn’t realise you worked here,” he comments, only stopping when he is stood right in front of me, my arse hitting the side of my car behind me.

“Didn’t realise it was any of your business,” I retort, crossing my arms over my chest. He barks out a laugh as he throws his head back a little, and fuck me, did I just come? Christ alive, he’s the sheer definition of untouchable even as I desire him.

“I’m sure your father wouldn’t appreciate you working here,” he tells me, and my defences kick in more.

“And again, it’s fuck all to do with him.” I’m not about to discuss my choices with a man I’ve barely said two words to before. Isn’t that just fucking weird?

“He won’t see it like that,” he says, his body seeming to loom closer.

“I don’t care,” I lie. I mean, my dad can’t make me stop working here, but I have no doubt that he would mess something up inadvertently, so it resulted in me not being here. I can’t have him doing that, especially to Earl and his husband when they’re my friends and have been good to me.

“So, you want me to keep your little secret?” he asks, one eyebrow quirked, his lips pulling into a smirk.

“Considering it’s still none of your business, I don’t care what you do,” I say, remaining defiant and calling his bluff. He seems to ponder me for a moment, taking me in.

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