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Which is nuts.
And it’s just sexual, I tell myself as I approach their table, step by step. Just scents and body types, just lust. Pure and simple.
Yeah, and what else did you think it was?
I almost stumble on this last thought, so vague, and yet I know what my mind is trying to tell me, and no, no, no, not going there.
There’s no escaping the four pairs of eyes trained on me, though, dark and intense, the tension in their tall frames, the musk of arousal mingling with their mouthwatering scents.
Arousal. My gaze drops to their crotches as I sidle closer, and yep. They liked it. They liked watching me.
And they obviously like the thought of me dancing just for them.
What are they trying to do to me? Is this a trap? A test? A prank?
It makes me feel slightly sick—but is it because I’m horrified at this development, or because I like it, too?
Christ. What’s going on with me? And them? All of us?
“Brin,” Sawyer says, his voice a little hoarse as I reach their table.
“Baby Doll,” one of the alphas corrects him—Archer. “Come here, Baby Doll.” He holds up the wad of cash. “Dance for us.”
This is tearing me apart. I need that money. It’s a fat wad, and I only have to dance for them. Better them than any other customer.
Better any other customer than them.
My knees feel weak as I stalk past Sawyer. He reaches for me, but I can’t. I’ve known him the longest, craved him the most. I feel the closest to him. I have to start in reverse.
So I choose the blond alpha. Kyrian. I’ve only talked to him once, and he feels… more distanced than the others, his cool gray eyes watching me dispassionately as I let the imaginary mask fall back over my face, tilting my painted lips into a smile, batting my lashes as I strut, putting an extra sway to my hips.
Don’t engage your mind, I remind myself, let alone your heart. This is a job, no matter who you’re dancing for. It’s a trade. You work for money. You dance, take the money, and go.
That’s it. Simple.
Don’t make it into anything else. After all, it was their choice to stay, to pay. What possessed them to come here?
I silence the screaming inside my head and walk around Kyrian’s chair until I’m in front of him. I bow forward, letting him see my cleavage, then slowly straighten, smirking. I shift my weight from hip to hip, hands on my waist, licking my lips.
It’s just the basics for now, and I don’t expect any reaction from the man, but he leans forward a little, his breath coming out sharp.
Interesting.
But then I make the mistake of studying his face more and good Lord, he’s gorgeous. Cheekbones like blades, eyes like ice-shards, lips like sin, and that powerful body…
Gah, why did I think it would be easier to start with him? With any of them? I step closer and his scent hits me. Leather polish and aromatic smoke, entwined with that deep musk.
Gah.
Another mistake.
Face it, Brin. No matter what you do here tonight, there is no good way. No easy way.
I turn and bend again, my short dress riding up to show him my black lacy panties, and he groans.
That tortured sound… It goes straight to my core, and I clench inside.
This alpha is hot. Why did I ever think him cold and distant?
