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“See? Should have let me help you with this. It’s coming undone already.”
Unwilling to meet his intense stare, I watched as he wound it around his finger. “It’s… fuck, it’s fine. Just leave it.”
He tugged lightly, and sure enough, the entire thing came undone. “You want to show our friends more skin? If that’s your preference, I’ll leave you to it.” Even still, he moved around me and began fixing my ties.
The ribbons pulled at the lace across my stomach as he pulled. The silence stretched. His breath caressed the nape of my neck. Why did he have to be so close?
Goosebumps were guaranteed, and I knew he noticed too. My cheeks burned, and every inch of my exposed flesh tingled. Where was he looking? How did I look to him?
“There. All done.” He retreated and sat on the lounge, pouring another glass of champagne. I couldn’t read his expression. Not playful. Not deadly either.
Something… in between?
I didn’t know how to treat this version of Razai. He wasn’t ridiculous or irreverent. His focus and intention swallowed up the room, leaving no space to ignore him.
“I have a job to do, Razai,” I bit out.
“I’m aware.”
I huffed in frustration. “So stop staring at me like that.”
He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees. A dark smile turned his lips up. Those green eyes reflected red neon. “Like what?”
“Okay,” I muttered while my stomach flipped and a flash of lust ground through me. “I guess I just have to ignore you.”
“Remember the plan.”
“Just shut the fuck up.” Of course I wouldn’t forget the damn plan. Every time I touched my hair when one of the men spoke, that would let him know to press that person further.
I’d be paying attention to my intuition spikes. As it was, she practically sang with happiness the moment I’d stepped into this room. So, chances are, this meeting was the best choice for the case.
Or, you just want to be alone with Razai. Without any clothes on.
Razai chuckled, and my paranoia almost convinced me he’d overheard my traitorous thoughts when a distant female voice cut through our standoff. She spoke in that way that only customer service does. Leading and friendly.
A male voice followed hers.
Showtime.
I slid into my role as a dancer.
The door opened.
Three men walked in.
Chapter Thirty-Three
I gave them what I hoped was a sultry, subdued stare and continued my movements into a slow, sensuous rhythm on the small platform. I wouldn’t be performing like another dancer probably would. I blended into the room; like background noise and wallpaper. I was a decoration piece for ambiance.
I unpinned my hair. It tumbled down my shoulders and across my back, swinging with my steps. I needed to hide behind it and make it work for me as a shield and a communication piece with Razai.
I glanced at him and nearly stopped. Even with the three silent newcomers in the room, he stared only at me. Stupid archangel throwing me off…
“Razai,” one of the men said gruffly.
Just like that, the enigmatic teacher was back to his usual personality. “Lovely to see you, Redford! I simply adore the red tie. It does bring out your sparkling eyes. Nosta, casual as ever. I do enjoy the slippers. And Harlem! Whatever have I done these last few years without the blinding gaudiness of your rings?”
“You’ll feel them splitting your lip open if you don’t shut the fuck up, Razai. You’re on a short leash tonight, and I don’t feel like putting up with your bullshit,” Harlem barked. He definitely didn’t like Razai. That much was easy to hear.
