Page 20 of Broken Rules
I chuckle, and she looks at my hand as I hold it out to shake. “You can call me Lex. It’s nice meeting you, Evie.”
“Nice to meet you,Lex.”
I swallow the knot in my throat as she purrs my name, places the bitten peach ring on my palm, and sashays to another room with the candy bag.
“Fuck…” The sweet substance lands in my mouth as I toss it inside, wanting more of what she has to offer.Does her tongue taste just as sweet?“Where’s she going?” I ask, turning to Sadie.
“Changing for work. You don’t have to stay. I’ll ask Evie to take me back to the cabin.”
I plop my ass onto the first stool and wave over the bartender, who looks just like the beauty who left.Maybe an older sister?She finishes with another customer and heads my way, arching a brow at Sadie before leaning on the bar. “What can I get ya?”
“Anything you have on tap.”
“Tall or short?”
My gaze draws back to the red curtains blocking off the room Evie went into. I’m nowhere ready to leave this place. “Tall,” I say, looking at the woman.
She nods, then is back in a few seconds with my beer. “Sixteen.”
“Oh, Gin, he’s my guest—”
Sadie looks at me as I pull out my wallet and slap a twenty on the bar, sliding it forward. “Thanks,” I say, relaxing back in my seat, and I look at Sadie. “I’m here by my own choice. That makes me a customer, no?”
“I suppose.” She glances past me, and I follow as Evie strolls through the curtain.
Her tits are fully exposed, and she’s wearing a black thong that matches the mesh bodysuit. My lips part the closer she gets. Pins and needles prickle my skin as her sweet flowery scent hits my nose.Pure fucking seduction. Evie’s the complete package, and I want to unravel her slowly.
She glides her fingers down her long dark braid. “So, you’re staying for the show?”
“If you’re performing. Yes.”
The corner of her deep red lips tug upward, and I’m standing the second she takes hold of my hand. I don’t look the part, security’s watching me since I stick out in the sea of well-dressed men and women, but they don’t attempt to remove me from the premises as I follow Evie. Her plump ass sways before me while we wave through the velvet chairs, the crimson color matching the fabric hanging in the middle of the room over a circular stage. She stops at an empty chair next to the platform, and I take my seat.
“Don’t take your eyes off me,” she says, stepping back.
“You have my undivided attention, Peaches.”
She quirks a brow before walking to the stage stairs, and the music transitions toNever Tear Us Apart. I follow her rule, my gaze sticking to her, not wanting to miss a second of this smokeshow’s performance. Evie’s slow steps around the red fabric are enticing, drawing me to the edge of my seat, and I stop breathing when she grabs hold with one hand, pressing her barefoot on my chest to push me against the cushion. My heart’s beating rapidly and nearly falling out of my chest once she climbs the fabric with ease.
Fuck.
Her body bends and stretches in all sorts of angles, her strength impeccable to keep herself from tumbling to the stage—I’m nearly off my chair, my heart banging against my ribcage as she spins and falls, catching herself before the fabric completely unravels. She wraps, stretches, and poses until she places herself back on the floor. I finally breathe, relaxing as she dances on the solid surface, her sultry moves capture my very being, and I don’t want to share, wishing the show was for me and only me.
How can I get her alone?
Heading back to the fabric, she climbs again, enveloping herself in a knot. My leg bounces as she hangs at the top, at least twenty feet into the air, slowly rotating, then quickly unravels her body to hover a few feet above the stage, and I exhale hard, relieved she’s now safely on the floor, ending with a stroll around the fabric.
Shit, that was intense.
She smiles, fixing the mesh up her ass as she exits the stage and walks back to the room she was in before. Numerous people are still clapping, rising from their seats, wearing suits and lavish attire. Some head toward the red double doors by the VIP rooms, while others take the stairs to the second floor. I have no idea where either direction leads, but I know for sure these people got money to spend.
One seat over, a husky guy with greying hair, likely in his mid-sixties, is staring at me while knocking back the rest of his drink. “Your first show?”
“What makes you ask that?”
He smirks, then chuckles. “You were ten seconds away from hopping on the stage to rescue her.”
He ain’t wrong about that.“Yeah.”
