Page 15 of Feast

I carried the bottles high, shaking my head side to side, swaying with the music while approaching the VIP booths. I quickly spotted Ray and his men, the group seated in one of the booths just off the dance floor. They were all smoking, tossing back some cheap-ass-looking whiskey. The lights shifted again, strobing as the DJ put on a track with a slower bass. The lights shifted around the club, the lights nearly reflecting off the shiny black leather of my gloves and dress, showing off the curves of my body.

“Hello boys!” I shouted over the music, stepping up to the booth with a seductive smile. “Did someone order bottle service?” I asked, raising the champagne bottles.

Ray lowered his shades, looking me up and down. “Sorry, hermosa, but I think you might have the wrong booth.”

I dropped my smile, pretending to pout. “Oh shoot!” I stomped my foot, knowing my tits bounced at the movement. “I guess I mixed things up again!” I batted my eyes. “But…I can’t return these once they’ve hit the floor.” My head tilted as Ray’s eyes lingered a bit longer. His little group whispered among themselves, arguing over whether or not they should take the bottles.

Ray shushed them all, pushed the shades back, and leaned back in the booth. He raised his hand, motioning me forward. I smiled, bringing him the champagne.

Nailed it.

He pulled me close and popped one of the bottles, smiling as I squealed at the loud sound. “Oh, thank you so much! It’s my first day on the floor, and I’m still learning.”

Ray shrugged. “It’s alright, hermosa. We all make mistakes.” He pulled a wad of bills from his pocket and offered it to me. “I won’t tell anyone if you don’t.”

I reached out to grab the bills as he pulled me onto his lap. I reached for the wad, but he pulled the money back, taunting me.

Typical.

Ray grinned, revealing his gross smile. “Why don’t you tell me your name first?” He tried to brush my hair from my neck, but I straightened my posture and lifted the bottle, gently forcing his mouth open as I poured it directly onto his tongue.

“My name’s Kaylan. Kaylan Flowers.”

He swallowed the champagne. “Well, Kaylan, since you’re new here, why don’t we become friends? Huh?.” He brushed my cheek as I sheepishly smiled.

“I love making new friends,” I whispered, forcing some more champagne down his throat.

Ray swallowed again. “I couldn’t agree more.” He then held the cash out to me. “Go on.” He motioned to me. “You earned it.”

I hesitated before taking the wad. “Thank you, friend.” I stuffed the wad between my tits, returning to my feet. His group all ooed and hollered over the whole interaction, proving just how dry their sex lives must really be. I tried not to roll my eyes and gag at their teen-like behavior.

“Call me Ray.”

I smiled. “Well, Ray, is there anything I can get for you or your party?”

He nodded. “Yeah, why don’t you get us a round of shots?” He pulled a black card out of his pocket, waving it in the air. “And while you’re at it, some party favors wouldn’t be so bad.”

I took the card, purposefully letting my fingers linger along his hand for a few extra seconds. “You got it, Ray.” I winked, sliding the card between my tits, next to the wad of cash he’d tipped me. “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”

The entire group of men reacted as I walked away, and as soon as I had my back to them, I dropped the smile and gagged. “Fucking men,” I groaned to myself.

I pushed my way through the crowd of dancing people, walking across the club towards the bar. Haze’s back was to me as he mixed a drink, but seeing the way his muscles moved beneath the tight shirt made my thighs tighten. He looked so fucking good, even from behind.

Control yourself, Indi. Now is not the time.

I adjusted my cleavage and fixed the wig as I approached the bar, wearing a genuine smile. “Excuse me?” I knocked on the bar top to catch his attention. “Bartender?” Haze slowly turned around, topping off the drink in his hand with a cherry. Even with his hair tucked away and those dark colored contacts, he looked good. Damn good.

He looked at me with such focus, sliding the drink off to the man next to me. “What can I get you?” he asked, tossing a towel over his shoulder.

I leaned down, pressing my breasts together. “A round of shots and…” I stopped, looking around as I wiggled my finger for him to move closer. He looked around the club before leaning towards me. I whispered into his ear, struggling not to kiss him. “Some party favors.”

Haze pulled back, acting completely casual. “I can get those shots together for you, but as for the other request.” He stopped and crossed his arms. “I’m afraid you’ll have to head to the back for those. But you already knew that, right?”

Why is he being so…calm? Is this about earlier? Is he mad at me?

Just then, a trio of women approached the bar. They all twirled their hair and flashed their smiles at my brother, giggling as he greeted them. “Excuse me,” one of them shouted. I watched as Haze smiled back at them, leaning across the bar top. “Can we get some drinks, please?”

Haze didn't even look at me. “Sure thing, sweetheart.”