Page 23 of For Your Eyes Only
“Glitter Girl!” It’s the male voice again, the one from before, only now it’s hoarse and desperate. “I love you!”
He’s screaming, reaching for me, and it knocks me off balance. These needle-thin heels are not forgiving, but I’m used to dancing on pointe shoes. It’s the only thing that keeps me upright. I roll forward onto my toes and finish my final spin without falling. Lifting my arms over my head, glitter confetti bursts from above and the curtain falls.
I showed a little more of my breasts than I intended, but that’s why Bianca insisted on the oversized pasties—in case anything went wrong.
Technically, they saw nothing, but it was a close call.
I’m trembling from my near-fall. I can still feel the grasping hands on my feet, and I hear the scuffle of people on the other side of the thin shield. I don’t wait around to find out what’s going on in the room out front.
Bianca meets me at the door. “Holy shit, are you okay?” She quickly covers me with a robe, and we dash into my dressing room.
The girls crowd around me, offering sympathy and patting my shoulders as I pass. Shula follows us to my chair.
“It’s okay.” I sit, leaning down to unzip my boots. “I didn’t fall.”
“What an asshole!” Shula whisper-shouts, stomping around my space. “He grabbed your feet! Doesn’t he know you could break your neck in those shoes?”
“Franco’s handling it.” Bianca’s holding her phone. “He won’t be back here again. He’ll be lucky if the bouncers don’t beat the shit out of him. If he’d hurt you or made you break an ankle…”
Leaning forward with my elbows on my knees, I breathe deeply. “I’m okay. Nothing happened. I caught it.”
“Only because you know what you’re doing.” Bianca shakes her head.
Shula’s big eyes are even bigger. “If that had been me, I’d have gone down right on my ass.”
“I’m fine. Seriously.” Sitting straighter, I reach for their hands, wanting to lighten the mood. “I guess it was a pretty good routine if it made them break the rules, yeah?”
“You were unbelievable,” Shula gushes. “A true star.”
Bianca levels her gaze on mine. She knows what I’m thinking. “If that didn’t shake him up, nothing will.”
What I don’t add is he’s not the only one shaken. With all my fantasizing onstage, I need to change my underwear.
CHAPTER7
TRIP
She’s on fire. Running my hand over my mouth, I do my best to control my expression. It’s impossible how gorgeous she is. She’s pure sex, and then some asshole tried to grab her.
If it weren’t for the velvet rope slowing me down, I’d have made it to the stage to beat the shit out of him with my bare fists before security dragged his sorry ass out.
She handled it like a pro. That asshole grabbed her foot, nearly pulling it from under her, and instead of falling, she went fullen pointe. She rotated all the way onto the front of her shoes and spun as her top fell away, but not before we saw them.
Her tits are magnificent. Hell, her whole body is magnificent.
I’m sure it’s because I’m an egotistical dick, but it felt like her entire dance was for me. I know it’s impossible. I know how stage lighting works. The house is completely dark, and with the spotlight in her face, she can’t see me. Still, she kept turning in my direction.
She would stretch her arms out to where I was sitting, lowering her gaze to mine, then she would roll her shoulders, pulling her hands back as if drawing me to her luscious body.
She untied every ribbon in a position that gave me the best view of what was revealed. Her sexy ass bobbed up and down, and my erection ached in my pants as I watched the G-string sliding around her center. It’s clear she’s completely bare, and the way her costume is made, her pussy was practically exposed.
She turned and faced me, running her hands down her torso and between her thighs, up and down like she was masturbating, then she dropped her head back as if in ecstasy.Fuck me. I had to rub my palm over my dick outside my pants. Nothing eased the ache of wanting her.
Then she leaned forward, squeezing her tits together, causing that ribbon to loosen, and I could almost see everything. Franco didn’t sit with me tonight. I was alone in the VIP section, and in that moment, I actually contemplated moving my hand inside my pants. No one could see me here in the darkness. No one would’ve known, butshit. I grabbed the reins on that insanity fast. I can’t get arrested for indecent exposure.What the fuck?
It’s like she had me hypnotized. I wanted to roar. I wanted to storm the stage, throwing all those other guys aside, and drag her out of here. I was a fucking cave man, wanting to drag her all the way back to my apartment and declare herMine.
I was already out of my seat when that fucker dared to touch her. Now she’s gone, and I stagger back to where I left my drink. A sheen of sweat is on my upper lip, and my brain is on fire. I need to fight or fuck—or go somewhere I can deal with this hard-on.