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I smiled when I saw how classily she’d styled her hair. It was parted on one side and finger-waved in the front. Those front strands of hair were loosely pulled into the back where the rest of Stevie’s long blond hair was secured in a low bun with black netting over it. But that wasn’t all. Stevie was also wearing long crimson and black feathers in her hair. She looked so exotic—and now, she was looking straight at me as I came to a standstill in front of her.
“Hey, you,” I said, taking off my top hat.
“Hey, you…and look at you, Buchanan.”
“Look at you, Sinclair. Once again, you rendered me speechless when I first saw you. You’re stunning.”
“Thank you, and so are you. You remind me of Gary Oldman in the movie ‘Dracula.’ You’re mysterious looking and so handsome.”
“I didn’t intentionally go for the Dracula look but if you like it, then I’m good with that. I may just have to sink my teeth into you later.”
“I expect you to.”
Bash sighed. “Okay… Here the three of us are again, andagain, I’m the one on the sideline listening to the two of you drip the lusty words and eye-fuck each other.”
Stevie and I busted out laughing. Then I said, “Thanks for not minding, buddy. I know you really don’t.”
“No, I don’t. You, Dracula, and Creole Lady Marmalade here are entertaining. Now take your lady by the hand and go join the party.”
Bash kissed Stevie on the cheek, patted me on the shoulder, and then walked off, leaving Stevie and me alone in the wide foyer of his home.
“Put your top hat back on,” she said, so I did.
“Anything else?”
“Yes.”
“What?”
“Kiss me.”
I leaned in and gently kissed Stevie, careful not to mess up her crimson lips. When I pulled back, she looked down at my mouth, grinned, and then wiped off my lips with one of her black lace gloves.
“Thank you for taking care of me,” I told her.
“I’m happy to. Now would you mind taking me to get a drink?”
“I’m happy to.”
“Bash has everything looking like the movie set of Moulin Rouge,” Stevie said, glancing over my shoulder. “It’s gorgeous and seductive at the same time.”
“Does it arouse you?”
“Yes—but you especially do.”
Stevie glanced over my shoulder again, and then I felt her hand on my crotch. I didn’t flinch, though, because I’d expected her to do that.
“You’re also aroused, sir,” she said, coming even closer to me and staring straight into my eyes.
“Yes, I am. But what’s with calling me ‘sir?’”
“Ladies of the evening are always respectful of the gentlemen who come to see them.”
Stevie had just stepped into role-playing and it was my turn to do the same, so I held out my arm for her to take.
“Now if you’ll please join me at the bar. I’d like to order a Hendricks and tonic with extra lime for you, beautiful lady.”
The hours flew by as alcohol and the buffet of catered food continued to be consumed by all of Bash’s guests, including Stevie and me. Everyone was feeling good, laughing and having so much fun. It was obvious that as the night grew later and the higher everyone became, the more free they were about expressing themselves. Not only through dancing, but also through physical affection.
