Private Dancer. Kimberly Dean

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СКАЧАТЬ taboo. Pressing her legs together helped, but she wanted to rub. She needed to rock against the chair, something, anything, hard.

      ‘Couldn’t you change the style of dance?’ she suggested hopefully. ‘Make it a dinner club with shows and performances?’

      Behind her, Hunt made a sound that sounded like a scoff. It was quiet, but it reminded her he was there.

      As if she could have forgotten.

      Sex with him wouldn’t be complicated. No, it would be straightforward, raw and hungry. Why had she given him her back?

      ‘Dinner theatre wouldn’t be financially feasible,’ Bas said, shaking his head. ‘The production costs would go up for staging, lighting and music. We’d have to drop our exclusivity clause for members and open up to the public. Even then, with our location, we wouldn’t draw a large enough crowd to keep us in business for more than three months.’

      ‘Don’t forget wardrobe costs,’ Hunt added.

      Bas laughed at that, and the low rumble made Alicia rub her thigh. They were being so pleasant and respectful, but the undercurrents in the room were tugging at her. Sloshing her to and fro.

      ‘Wardrobe costs would definitely skyrocket.’ Crowe leaned forward, balancing his chin in his hand as he watched her. ‘So again, I’m at a loss as to what I’m supposed to do to satisfy your church.’

      The questions he was asking were valid. He was running a business. Admittedly, it was a business some might not like, but he had employees who depended on the incomes they made here.

      ‘Would you consider apologising?’ she asked. ‘Admitting your indiscretions?’

      ‘What indiscretions?’ For as polite as he was being, his voice had an edge now that she’d only heard arise when he’d spoken to her father.

      ‘The dancing …’ she said weakly.

      ‘You like the dancing.’

      She jolted in surprise. The edge in his voice had become a lash.

      ‘You enjoyed what you saw out there,’ he said, challenging her to deny it. ‘You thought it was beautiful and intriguing. I saw it.’

      He had. She hadn’t been able to keep her body from responding to the rhythm of the music. ‘That doesn’t mean I approve.’

      ‘Bullshit.’ His hand slipped from under his chin and slapped against the desk. ‘I’d lay money on the fact that you liked it so much, you want to try it.’

      Her gaze jumped to his. ‘I do not.’

      ‘Thou shalt not lie, honey cakes.’ Those green eyes of his sparked, and his stubborn chin jutted forward. This was the fighter she’d seen, the uncivilised scrapper. ‘You don’t follow your made-up rules any better than I do. I felt your hips working out there. I could feel the rhythm taking over your body. You want to dance.’

      ‘Of course, I do. I’m a dancer, but not like –’

      ‘Exactly like that.’

      Her mouth clamped closed. She couldn’t argue like this. She did want to dance again. They’d set off something inside her last week. She’d been all around town looking for a studio where she could train again, shake off the cobwebs and wake her body up. All she’d found were prima donna studios that catered to pre-teens. She didn’t need to learn how to do an arabesque, she just needed the floor space and time to practise. But she didn’t want to move like –

      Thou shalt not lie.

      He’d trapped her again with her own beliefs.

      She had been fascinated by what she’d seen on that stage. The sensuality the redheaded dancer had displayed had shocked her at first, but then she’d sensed the honesty in the movements. It was the one overriding theme she’d noticed when she’d first walked in the door. This place was open and honest about sensuality, something she’d never been allowed to, or had the audacity to, explore.

      ‘I could never –’

      ‘You could. I invited you here, and you accepted.’

      ‘I wanted to talk.’

      ‘And we’re talking. I’m trying to understand why you and your people feel the need to repress what others want to do. Why do you ignore your own needs? Why is pleasure such a bad thing to you?’

      ‘It’s not a bad thing.’

      ‘But sex is?’ He sighed. ‘You want to dance, Alicia. Let’s just start with that. Why don’t you dance for me?’

      Her eyes went so wide, they went dry. ‘What? No, I couldn’t.’

      ‘For yourself, then. On the stage, any style you want. You pick the music. Our customers would love you, and I can’t stand the thought of you holding yourself back. All that talent going to waste? It’s a shame.’

      Her toes curled again, remembering that floor. That pole!

      His eyes narrowed and the spark turned into something more calculating. ‘All right, here’s my deal. If you dance and you don’t enjoy it, we’ll close down the club for a month.’

      Her breath caught. ‘A month?’

      ‘Bas,’ Remy warned from behind her.

      Crowe held up his hand. ‘Will that settle the gripe with your church?’

      Alicia’s lips moved, but nothing came out. It was more than she’d expected and she wasn’t sure how to respond. Her father would be thrilled with the outcome – as long as he didn’t know the means she’d used to achieve it. A month would give things time to quiet down. Church members would move on to other issues, hopefully not so volatile.

      ‘Yes.’

      The word was out of her lips before she knew it. Before she could take it back, Bas’s chair rolled back and he stood. Behind her, a sound came from Remy as if he’d been punched in the gut.

      She knew how he felt. She’d just agreed to dance for these men.

      She lifted her shaky fingers to her lips. She was horrified at her impulsiveness, yet suddenly so excited, the proof was in her panties. All that heat and tightness had finally let go. She was wet.

      ‘Excellent,’ Bas said, moving around his desk. ‘Let’s go to wardrobe and find you something to wear.’

      Her hair flew over her shoulder as her head whipped towards him. ‘What? Now?’

      ‘No time like the present. I want this disagreement solved.’

      Hunt finally pushed himself away from the wall and was in their space. Alicia rose, not wanting to be in a submissive position next to him, but standing wasn’t much better. He towered over her and his mood buffeted her. He was not happy about this.

      ‘What do we get out of the deal?’ he growled.

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