Chapter 14
Levi
The way she continued to fixate on me. The intensity of her stare, as if she were trying to reach out for a lost memory, had me lifting my brow with curiosity—those bright eyes of hers, a window into the Caribbean sea.
As I studied her closely, Evie was not only beautiful at a distance, but fucking radiant face to face.
The vast majority of those who showed up for their audition came dressed in typical club attire.
Little clothing and over-the-top everything.
But this woman’s minimal makeup and carefree appearance had me compelled to learn more about who she was.
To consider taking this last interview seriously enough to determine if she is the woman that I had spent months searching for.
Aesthetics aside, all that was left were the tiny fragments to match our compatibility—to conclude if she was everything I wanted and needed in my vision of forever.
“Tell me… How long have you been a dancer? Your resume indicates that you moved to Vegas roughly five years ago, but your earliest work history only dates back to the last two years. Is there a specific reason for that?”
I loathed having to ask her all these basic as fuck questions when all I really wanted to do was grip her chin, drag her into my lap by her waist, and get a good taste of those pretty, lush lips.
Fuck, I was growing harder the longer I sat there, and she hadn’t done anything more than simply look at me with her innocent eyes while she rolled her lips together in thought of her responses.
“I’ve been dancing since about eighteen, and while I’ve been around longer than my resume defines, I just didn’t see that information pertinent to the position at your establishment.” Confident, clear, and with an assertiveness that spoke louder than the color of her hair.
She was right on the relevance. Most of our dancers here had limited experience, while Evie had years of expertise in various forms, including ballet, jazz, hip-hop, and freestyle. But what I really wanted to know was why she moved here. Was it for someone else?
Tilting my head to the side as I inspected her further, I leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms over my chest, ready to see exactly what she had to offer, and if she truly was as perfect as I was predicting her to be.
“Let’s swing back to the questions in a minute. This is an audition after all. Are you ready to show me what you’ve got?”
There was conflict in her eyes before she nodded in agreement, her throat bobbing with a hard swallow as she lifted her chin in confidence, flipping her bangs out of her eyes while standing from the table.
I admired the way her hips sashayed as she got into position on the dance floor, her baggy, ripped jeans and cropped tank still damp from the rain.
Now, somewhat transparent, her top left nothing to the imagination, the black lace bra visible from underneath, pushing her tits up and cradling them like a precious baby—and fuck if that thought alone didn’t make me want to put one in her right this very second.
I could see why breeding kinks were a thing.
“Song?” I asked with a smile, continuing to admire her toned body for as long as I could.
“Excuse me?”
“What song do you need me to play?”
“Oh uh…” She took a minute, thinking hard as she stared down at the floor, wetting her lips. “Britney Spears. Slave for you.” Interesting choice.
Bending forward slightly, I pulled my phone from my pocket and opened the music app, scrolling for her choice of song, and then connected to one of the Bluetooth speakers once I’d found it.
Hitting play, I leaned back once more, resting my forearm on the table with a hand on my thigh as I considered more than her position within a cage.
When the music started, she seamlessly fell into a routine that matched the energy and precision of a Britney Spears backup dancer.
Every step, every slide, every turn. Calculated, sharply executed, and sexy as fuck. Evie danced as if she’d rehearsed or performed the choreography for this specific routine countless times.
It wasn’t until she dropped to her knees and brushed her chest along the floor as she transitioned into a seductive crawl that I felt the seam of my zipper becoming tighter than ever.
At this point in our interview, there wasn’t anything she could say or do that would sway me from claiming her as mine.
Hell, my brother could walk through those front doors right now with a woman he’d found on tour draped over his shoulder, and I’d force him to take her right the fuck back to whatever city she originated from without a second thought.
Our eyes locked as Evie continued to crawl off the dance floor to me, stopping when she reached my feet and started trailing her hands up the sides of my legs. I swallowed as my heart pounded in my chest, working to contain myself from turning unprofessional and bending her over the table instead.
I don’t know how, but this woman had me in a godforsaken chokehold.
Nothing remotely like the others before her—far fucking from it.
The only time I’d ever felt a connection to a woman as strong as this I’d only just met was the same day my brother and I agreed to start sharing, our twin bond creating a tether I never asked for to his first serious girlfriend.
The music was still playing when she paused her progression, palms pressing hard into my thighs, and for a split second, I broke my composure, wrapping my fingers around her chin and pulling until her lips were a mere breath away from mine, parted and full of lust.
“I have one last question for you…” I uttered, nearly trembling as I held back every primal urge that fought for release within me. Jesus Christ.
I wasn’t just mildly attracted to Evie; I was invested.
I had to have this woman. Now.
Was this what it was like to drown in a deep, consuming desire? An undeniable, magnetic pull to someone you barely even knew? The feeling of your soul latching onto and interlocking itself with another without permission.
What the fuck…
“Y-yes?” Breathless, her half-lidded eyes dropped to where our mouths barely met, pleading for them to touch.
Oh, how I wanted to devour this woman; drink her up like the spell that she was.
For a single moment, I found myself at her mercy as she hovered over me, an angel dripping with sweet succulent sin, and I wanted nothing more than to take her home.
Ruin Her.
Claim her as mine.
“When can you start?”
Her eyes lit up like a solar flare, beautiful, blinding, and that’s when I knew I’d made the right choice in choosing her.
Oh, how jealous Lucas is going to be when I tell him our newest dancer will become our wife.