I quickly got dressed and pulled my hair back into a ponytail. After slipping my bag over my shoulder, I was out of there. I made my way out of the dressing room and into the lobby. I could feel more than a few sets of eyes on me, I typically did whenever I left a show. I sifted through the people, and couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being followed. I looked over my shoulder, but I must have just been tired, because there was no one there. I continued to make my way for the door, but then it felt like some was staring a little harder than they should be. I looked up, and for a quick second I locked eyes with a pair of light blue eyes, but they darted away the moment I found them. I tried to push the feeling away, but someone was definitely paying more attention to me than they should be.
She was mesmerizing. All long legs and lithe body. Her breasts weren’t large, but they more than filled out the bikini top she wore. They looked firm with youth and yet soft to the touch. Her stomach was taut and gave way to sharp hip bones, rounded hips, and smooth thighs. And when she turned around? Well, that ass of hers just looked as if it needed my large hands on it.
This woman was far more beautiful than any other woman I’d seen before. That was saying something considering I’d bedded some of the most glamorous women around the world.
When this mystery woman and I first locked eyes, it was like getting struck by a bolt of Zeus’ lightning, the sensation shooting straight through my body and down to my cock. I couldn’t believe how hard I grew simply from a shared look. In my defense, it was a very intense, longing look. I felt more during that one simple look than I’d felt in ages, in years.
Now that I’d had a small taste of what could be, I needed more.
When the show ended and everyone stood, I turned my cousin sitting next to me. “Apollo, I need a favor from you,” I began.
Anyone else would look alarmed, but not Apollo. He merely grinned and said, “Whatever you need, cuz.”
While I waited for Apollo to return, I chatted with a gay couple I’d seen more than once at these types of events. They made a pretty penny in the fashion industry together and, as always, I filed away everything they told me in the off chance the knowledge would someday grow to be useful.
I was fairly sure at least one of the men was smitten with me, if not both, and that too could prove useful if I ever needed them for something in my line of work.
I saw Apollo approaching without the woman I’d sent him to retrieve and felt mouth tightened for the briefest second before I turned to the couple. “Apologies, gentlemen, but my associate has returned and it’s important I have a chat with him.”
One of the men looked crestfallen while the other grabbed his husband’s hand and said, “As always, Dante, it was a pleasure to see you again.”
Murmuring similar sentiments, I headed to Apollo.
As a waitress passed, he snatched a glass of wine from the tray and tipped his glass at her. The waitress blushed something fierce and scurried. A bodyguard looked far less threatening with a glass of wine in hand and could easily be mistaken as another patron.
“Incorrigible flirt,” I chided him. We fell into step with each other, heading off to the side of the room.
Apollo smirked at me. “I didn’t even say anything!”
“We both know it’s possible to do more to someone with a look than mere words,” I retorted.
He shrugged his broad shoulders and then sipped his wine. Neither my cousin nor his twin brother Asher shared the dark hair, eyes, and Mediterranean skin tone of our fathers the way I did. With their light blue eyes and sandy blond hair, they took after their mother.
“Yeah, I suppose,” he said.
“I notice Ms. Hartville didn’t return with you,” I said pointedly. “Will she be joining us soon?”
Apollo rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand. “She won’t be. Her manager said she was too tired for visitors tonight.”
“Hm,” I said, pursing my lips and then taking a sip of my wine.
I wasn’t used to getting turned down, not by anyone. It was…an odd feeling and not one I liked very much.
Still, I couldn’t help but be a bit impressed by Sadie Hartville. She was both beautiful and bold. But that didn’t mean I would be deterred by her rebuff. Not by a long shot.
I would have her whether she knew it yet or not. And I would teach her some respect while I’m at it, preferably while she was naked and tied up to my bed, wearing a blindfold with that plump ass of her raised in the air. I could just picture myself behind her, still fully dressed in my usual dark suit. Her lovely golden brown ass would be red from my hand and her moans would fill the room each time my hand connected with her skin.