Page 17 of Beneath the Blindfold

Dominic pulled out his wallet and pushed the Yen aside, digging out the American money. He counted out five twenty-dollar bills and handed them over. “Thanks.”

“Thank you.” She winked, thrilled with the tip. “Can I get you guys anything?”

“Yeah. There was a blonde on the main stage when we got here—”

“The one with the amazing pole skills,” I interrupted.

Tracy slipped the twenties into her garter. “Ashley. I’ll see if she’s available to party with you.”

As soon as she was out the door, Dominic reached for his glass of whiskey, and he chuckled right before tipping the glass back. It was because Evie had hurled herself into Logan’s lap and his hand disappeared under her skirt.

“You can tell me you don’t want to fuck,” Logan said, “but your body says otherwise.”

Evie sighed and clung to him. “You know I want to. This is all your fault.”

“How’s that?”

“You’re the one with all the rules and who loves anticipation.”

His expression was skeptical. Clearly he didn’t believe her.

“Green . . .” She kissed his lips. “Yellow.” She rocked her hips on him. “Red.” Her hand gripped his cock through his pants. “You’ve taught me all about the build-up, boss.”

Logan looked smug. His dark eyes studied her as he continued to move his hand between her legs.

“You let me know . . .” she said in a tight voice, “when you think you’re so persuasive that I’m going to cave.”

His short laugh was full of confidence. “I’ll let you know when I start, but here’s a clue. I’ll have a blindfold on.”

Evie’s expression shifted into one of fear. “Wait, I’ve changed my mind. You can’t go down on me.”

Logan hesitated. “What?”

“No oral. Well, I can still go down on you—”

Oh, he didnotlike hearing that. His expression hardened. “Bullshit. You already set the rules, you can’t go back on them.”

His arm flexed and moved, as if he’d thrust his finger deep inside her. Evie inhaled sharply and balled his shirt into her fists.

“Fuck,” she cried, twisting with pleasure and pain.

“No changing the rules during the game, naughty girl. Understood?”

It was barely a word from her. “Yes.” It was immediately followed by a moan and she melted into Logan’s embrace.

The door swung open without a knock, and in strolled the blonde on her black and fuchsia shoes. She was even better looking up close, but there was a cold, ruthless look in her eyes that I was a little too familiar with. This had been me at the blindfold club. Disconnected. Doing the job while being numb.

Ashley didn’t have the people skills Tracy did—she was all business. “It’s fifty for a two song dance. Forty for one song if you want me on the pole.”

“Fifty,” Dominic said. “My fiancé wants a dance.”

She gave a plain look. “Sorry, I don’t do women.”

I . . . couldn’t even. She took the money from Evie’s lips earlier without a problem. I found the girl’s rejection annoying, even though it wasn’t personal. She had every right to refuse, but . . . “You don’t like money?”

Ashley’s face soured, and when she wasn’t smiling, she had a full-on case of resting bitch face. “I do, but I’m not into girls.”

Her condescending tone was sharp as a knife, slicing both Evie and I, but she didn’t appear concerned about it. Her gaze flitted from Dominic to Logan, and her whole demeanor changed. Her face lit up and her voice warmed like honey. “Do either of you guys want a dance?”

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