Page 18 of Beneath the Blindfold

This girl made her living dancing for men, and she was a seasoned pro. One who assumed either Logan or Dominic held the money, and she’d have more luck getting extra dances out of the guy with the wallet if he was the one receiving.

“No, they don’t want a dance.” I snatched my drink off the table and slammed it. “But thanks for stopping by.”

Her eyes widened with surprise. Surely she was used to being the most powerful woman in the room, but then, she’d never been in one withme.

“I can get on the pole for thirty.” Like she was sensing the sale slipping away.

I gestured to Dominic. “You know what? He’ll take a lap dance after all . . . for thirty.”

Her eyes went narrow, but she didn’t walk. How confident was she in her skills in getting more dances out of him? Apparently confident enough. She nodded in reluctant acceptance and strutted toward us.

Alcohol buzzed in my system, but when I rose to stand on my sexy high heels, I tried not to show the effects. I rounded the chair so I could set my hands on Dominic’s shoulders and lean over. It wasn’t my first choice, but I liked this. It was a position of power and a front row seat to the dance.

Ashley’s gaze paused on mine, and she issued a silent threat to keep my distance.Whatever, bitch.I’d touch him if I wanted to. Dominic would throw her ass to the ground if I asked him to do it.

The song changed and Ashley began her dance. Her feet moved side to side on those sexy heels while her hands wandered over her body. It felt . . . forced and robotic. Not alluring and seductive like Tracy’s had been. Dammit, why didn’t I just ask her to stay? Every second Ashley looked less and less attractive to me.

Her bra came off quickly and was cast to the floor as she remained on her feet, swaying to the music. Her hands stacked her blonde hair up on top of her head, and then it fell, cascading down as she shook her head, her tits bouncing slightly.

She spun on her heels and flopped down, putting her ass in Dominic’s lap so she could grind on him. Would he even find this sexy? I felt bad for agreeing to the dance without checking with him first. I needed to make this better.Hotter.

I bent down and settled my lips a breath away from Dominic’s, teasing my kiss. I even lowered until our lips barely touched, but didn’t give him the pressure and intensity I knew he desired. His hand shot up, grabbed a handful of hair on the back of my head and forced me down so our mouths could crash together, while the other woman rocked in his lap.

But the impact of our kiss made my drunk ass stumble on my heels.Shit! My hand latched onto anything to stabilize and keep me from falling. I found something soft, and warm, and bare.

Ashley’s shoulder.

I yanked my hand back and straightened, but she jolted up out of his lap and spun to face me, anger flaring in her eyes.

“That was my bad,” Dominic said. Ashley snatched up her discarded bra, not bothering to put it back on. “She didn’t mean to—”

But Ashley fled without a word, exited the room in a huff, and the door slammed shut.

I blinked at Evie and Logan who were frozen on the couch, staring back at me, and since I was drunk, I no longer cared about my filter. She’d run from the room just because I accidentally touched her shoulder? “God, what a lesbian.”

Dominic chuckled.

“You know what?” I said. “I think Tracy’s hotter anyway, I’m sure we can get—”

The door opened and a thick white guy with no neck stepped inside, a sneer on his face. “Party’s over. Time to go.”

SIX

My mouth dropped open. “Are you fucking serious?”

The bouncer surveyed the room and his gaze landed on Dominic. “Yeah, you can’t touch the dancers. You all need to leave.”

“He didn’t touch her,” I said. “I did, and it was completely on accident.”

The enormous man shook his head and crossed his powerful arms over his chest. “Not what the girl said, but it doesn’t matter.”

“This is bullshit.”

“Are we going to have a problem here?”

Dominic’s hands were on my waist, locking me in place, as if he knew I was a heartbeat away from getting in the bouncer’s face. I drew in a breath to even myself out and remain in control. It was done, and no amount of talking was going to salvage it. “Nope, no problem.” I put my hand on top of Dominic’s, urging him to release me. “Let’s go. I’m fucking exhausted anyway. The jet lag is catching up.”

It wasn’t possible to feel worse than I did as we were escorted through the club toward the main door. There were round tables near the entrance that had poles in the center so the dancers could entertain smaller parties, up close and personal. Ashley, back in her bra, was up on the table, dancing for a group of men.

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