Chapter 13
Negotiation Strategy
Sara
My eyes widen and my gaze jerks to Wyatt’s, but he isn’t looking at me. He’s looking at Drew.
Wyatt’s head tips down in challenge. He wants to get a private room?
My stomach churns. Am I about to watch a woman do to Wyatt what I’ll never be allowed to do?
Or is this his little trap to get me to leave?
Make me uncomfortable so I insist we go. Yeah, fuck that.
“Sounds good.” Standing, I hold my hand down to Drew.
He smiles at me like I’m precious, but I don’t want to be precious to these men. I want to be filthy and naughty and completely taken.
“I think I have the perfect woman for you.” Drew turns to Wyatt as he squeezes my hand.
Fire blasts through me, thinking of Wyatt with another woman. Finn and Dante look at each other before glancing at me with concerned eyes. Yeah, fuck them too.
With his arm around my waist, Drew guides me out into the hallway and back to the club.
The woman on the stage wraps herself around the pole and spins all the way to the floor.
I’m impressed. That’s not easy. I took one of those pole dancing classes with a friend from college during the school year.
My ass was sore for a week from the workout.
“Do you want to pick out a woman, princess?” Drew whispers in my ear. A rush of arousal spreads through me. “Or maybe you want to be the woman?”
My breath catches, but his dark eyes aren’t jealous. Just curious.
Drew smirks. “I’m not blind, princess. You feel some way about each of those guys. Pretty sure the feelings are mutual, but something holds you and them back.”
I don’t know what to say. He leads me down the hallway to the private rooms.
“You don’t have to say anything and I won’t either, but I’m a fairly open-minded guy.” His fingers stroke up my side beneath my sweater, sending sparks through me. “I’m willing to do whatever you want.”
My eyes widen as I look into his dark eyes. We’re stopped in front of a door. I’m about to go into a private room with Finn, Dante, Drew, and Wyatt. They’re all waiting for Drew to open the door.
He wants me to admit to my deepest, darkest fantasies? To have them all.
I step in closer to Drew and go up on my toes to reach his ear. “Not tonight. We can talk later.”
Before I can lower back down, Drew catches me in his arms and kisses me. Not a friendly little peck, but a full-on make my knees weak kiss that steals my breath away.
That growl sounds again, making me wet. Drew chuckles against my lips before drawing away. Not releasing me, he turns with a grin toward the guys.
“You know how it is. It’s hard to resist a beautiful woman, especially when she tastes like strawberries.”
I don’t look at the guys, avoiding their reactions. Trying not to care what they think about me kissing Drew after what I did with them. I’m not dating any of them. I don’t owe them anything.
Drew opens the door and we walk into what looks like a luxury suite. There’s a huge bed against one wall. At the other end is a stage, much smaller than the one in the main room, and armchairs surrounding it.
“Make yourselves at home.” Drew gestures to the space.
I drop into one of the chairs as the others walk in. A server follows us and goes over to Drew, who stands next to the bar on one side. His brown eyes never leave me and I can feel his kiss still. My heart pounds as the guys sit in the chairs next to me.
I drink my cold drink to try to cool off. My mind is a little sluggish with all the alcohol I’ve had tonight. How many drinks have I had? I should ask... Kayla. “Oh, fuck.”
“What’s wrong, flower?”
Glancing at Finn, I pick up my clutch. “I need to tell Kayla where we are.”
“Not to worry, princess.” Drew comes over and takes my hand, pulling me out of my seat.
My head spins a little, but he holds me tight against him, centering me.
“The server will let her know. I also ordered another round of drinks. Our entertainment will be here in fifteen minutes. Plenty of time to get to know each other.”
Drew sits in my chair and pulls me down onto his lap. Okay, maybe he’s a little possessive. Or maybe he just wants to show off to the other guys. He’s allowed to touch me, kiss me, hold me.
“She’d be more comfortable in her own chair,” Dante grumbles.
“Would you, princess?” Drew pulls my legs over to one side of his. The high backs of the chairs give me support. It would lower the tension in the room if I moved. But fuck that.
Dante yelled at me this morning. Finn left me after giving me many amazing orgasms. And Wyatt... Yeah, I’m not going to think more about him.
“I’m perfectly fine here.” I wrap my arm around Drew’s neck and take a drink, only to find I’ve emptied it. Is that two or three since we got here? The daiquiris at the bar earlier just kept showing up too.
Drew plucks it from my hand and sets it on the table. “You all grew up with Sara?”
“Tom’s our friend.” Finn leans back in the chair and, with hooded eyes, studies the way Drew holds me. “We’ve always watched out for Sara.”
“Why a gentlemen’s club?” Wyatt leans his elbows on his knees with his glass of scotch held between them. He swirls the amber liquid. His dark eyes don’t shift to me but stay on Drew. “Your family business is in what? Textiles?”
Drew sips from his drink and raises an eyebrow.
“Can you think of anything more boring than textiles? It’s good and we’ve found our niche, but I can only talk about fabric for so long before I want to gouge my eyes out.
I appreciate our business and will run it with the utmost care when it’s mine, but this club. ..”
He gestures with his drink to the lush room. His eyes sparkle when he meets Wyatt’s. “This is something all my own. Not directed by my parents. I make the decisions about what happens within these walls. Who to let in. Who to keep out. It’s my own little empire.”
Finn nods. “I can see the appeal.” He indicates the bed. “Do you partake in your empire?”
Drew laughs. “No. I don’t pay for sex and I only hire dancers. What they do within these walls or how they use the room is their business and no one else’s.”
“Do all the rooms have a bed?” My gaze keeps straying to the luxuriously appointed bed at the far end of the room. My thinking may be slowed, but the thought of all these men on that bed with me makes my breath and pulse quicken. I press my thighs together.
“This is our special suite. It’s only used by VIP members.” Drew draws his finger along my jaw, spreading sparks through my veins. “It’s perfect for the fantasy, even if no one uses the bed.”
I can’t imagine this world. The decadence... and the underbelly. These women must get propositioned constantly, but they decide what happens.
“How do you protect the women?” I’ve had too much to drink if I’m asking that out loud. It’s really none of my business. I’m here as a guest. Wait, no, I’m here as a customer.
Drew’s serious eyes meet mine. “There’s always a bouncer outside the rooms, but if the dancer doesn’t feel safe, he can be inside with them.
I’m not saying it’s a perfect system, but it works.
And if a dancer complains about a client, he’s banned from the rooms for three months.
If he gets a second complaint, he’s no longer a member. ”
That’s good. The server walks in and hands out drinks.
Dante grabs mine before I can lift it to my mouth.
“Hey!” I reach for it, but he holds it away.
“You’ve had enough, pipsqueak.”
“I’m fine.” Okay, that came out a little slurred. “You all won’t let anything happen to me.” I wiggle my fingers and give him a coy smile. “Please, boss, may I have my drink?”
Drew chuckles against my neck and a shiver rolls through me. Dante gives me a stern look before passing it over.
“We’re driving you home, pipsqueak.”
I smile over the rim of my glass at his heated blue eyes. “Whatever you say.”
The door to the suite opens again and a woman walks in. She’s dressed in red silky cloths that wrap around her tight body. Her dark hair is tied into a braid hanging down her back. Her eyes are dark and she smiles at me.
She lifts her gaze to Drew.
“Good evening, sir. How may I entertain you?” Her voice is smooth like hot chocolate.
It’s a shame Kayla isn’t in here. This woman is smoking hot.
Fuck, if I went for women, I’d be asking her to take me to the bed.
My arousal spreads as I imagine these men watching her with me. Damn, maybe I should stop drinking.
My gaze wanders to the others. Finn takes in every inch of her and wets his lips. Dante leans back and studies her. I swallow before I look at Wyatt. But he’s not looking at her. His dark gaze collides with mine.
My heart hammers in my chest. What the hell is going on? Has he been watching me this whole time? I haven’t been looking his way because I didn’t want to see the censure for flaunting my relationship with Drew. Not that he ever hid his string of women from me.
“I think we’d all appreciate a dance tonight, Maya.” Drew repositions me on his lap so I lean back against him, facing the stage, breaking my stare down with Wyatt.
Dark liner edges Maya’s brown eyes that seem to glow amber in the dim light. “It would be my pleasure.”
She walks over to the stage and climbs the stairs. Fuck, even that she does seductively. I’d probably trip my way up to the stage. I take a drink and glance out of the corner of my eye at Wyatt.
He’s drinking his scotch and turned toward Maya now. Maybe I imagined it. Maybe my fantasy life has me imagining things that could never happen.
She claps and the lights go dark. A haunting strain of music fills the room. A light finds Maya as she sways on the stage. She draws off a silk from her arm and dances with it before it flutters to the ground. The music is soft and sensual.
Fluidly, she moves around the stage, slowly removing every scrap of fabric until all that’s left are the ones holding her breasts and some around her waist and hips. She’s fascinating to watch. Drew slides his hand up and down my thigh, heating my blood and making my pussy wetter.
He slips his hand beneath my sweater, skating his fingers across my bare stomach.
I lean back against him, feeling his hard length pressed against my backside. His breath is hot against my ear. Awareness floods me.
“What if I carried you back to that bed and fucked you while these guys watch Maya finish her striptease?”
My breath catches as his fingers slide beneath the waistband of my jeans, teasing the edge of my panties.
“Do you think they’d be watching her or watching you, princess?”
I bite my lip, waiting for him to slide his hand lower and find out how wet I am for him. To touch me in front of the others because he can. My desire makes me dizzy.
“They’d watch you. They’d want you and know that I have you. Do you think they’d be able to hold back any longer if they saw you spread out naked before them?”
I whimper as sensual images of Dante and Finn flood my mind.
The music pulses faster as Maya loses more of the silks.
“Do you know how bad I want to touch you, Sara? Sink my finger deep into your wet pussy until you scream my name?”
“Please,” I whisper, because I don’t have control anymore. I’ve given it all to this man and I want what he’s offering me. I want him to show these men what they’re missing. What they could have taken and had for years, but didn’t.
He undoes my button and slips his fingers down until they slide against my pussy. The music covers my low moan.
“Shh, princess.” He pulls his hand out and straightens my pants. “Soon, I promise. But I don’t want your bulldogs to beat me to a pulp tonight.”
He puts his finger in his mouth and sucks on it. I can’t tear my gaze away as my pussy aches with desire.
The music stops and there’s a smattering of applause, jolting me back to where we are. Maya lifts to her feet with only a patch of silk covering between her legs. Her breasts are spectacular. Firm and round. Frankly, I’m jealous. Her dark eyes land on me and she smiles.
Her eyes never leave me as she walks down the stairs. She carries four silks, draping one over Finn’s shoulder as she passes. Then one over Wyatt’s. Then one over Dante’s. When she reaches me and Drew, she holds out her hand.
“Come,” she says.
I finish my drink and set it down, taking her soft hand. Not questioning what she wants me to do.
She drapes the final silk over Drew’s shoulder and leads me back on stage with her. The stairs are a little tricky with how tipsy I am. She makes me stop in the light, holding my hips from behind. I can’t see the guys anymore, just the light, but I can feel them out there. Watching, waiting.
“Do you know what I see when I look out into the crowd?” she whispers in my ear. She lifts a silk and runs it over my throat. It’s soft and tickles, and it’s strangely erotic knowing those four men are out there watching me and her. Does this turn them on?
Seeing me with this beautiful creature?
I want to peel off my clothes and give them a show. “The light?”
“The desire.” She lifts my arm and holds it in a dancer’s pose, elongating my body. My sweater lifts to expose the skin above my jeans.
“You’re very beautiful,” I concede. I can feel their desire for her.
“Not for me. For you.” She draws the silk down my side. “These men want you. Their desire is palpable, but it’s only for you.”
A shiver rushes through me, but I’ve drunk enough that her words mesmerize me. Like she’s weaving a spell around me and I’m helpless to resist.
“Your brother worries about them and how much they want you.”
The fog of desire lifts from me.
“Tom?” I spin to face her and hold out my hands to steady myself. The room sways with the music, but this is important. “You know Tom?”
“Tom likes me. He always asks for me.” Her brown eyes sway before me, but I’m not sure she’s dancing still. “He talks about them.”
The whole floor shifts from under my feet and then the lights go dark.