••AURELIA POV••
"Is that what you think I am?" He asks with a half grin. Then he lowers his head to look at himself and says humorously, "Right, I am dressed like one."
His voice makes me swallow as he smoothly talks with a deep voice.
I try not to appear charmed so I continue to stare. He doesn't feel like the others here. The other men had leaned, performed, presented themselves but he's poised like a predator before it lunges for its prey. Seemingly harmless but potentially dangerous.
"I don't care what you are," I find my voice and lift my chin slightly. I force the words out, "I just want you to be it for me."
He smirks with obvious amusement. My thighs tingle once again at the sight of it. I rarely felt this way with Oliver.
"Dangerous answer," he murmurs. "But, I like it!"
My fingers grow moist around the money still in my hand, but I didn't step back. "So are you going to do it or not?"
He's quiet at first, looking like he's still trying to decide something. Are they always this hesitant? I couldn't help but wonder.
Surprisingly, he leans in slightly. The small action is intimidating but the faint grassy chocolatish scent on him only pulls me closer.
"Not here, If I'm performing, it should be just for you, princess," he tells me with a playful smirk.
The word performing shouldn't sound so dirty yet it does. He softly licks his lips right after.
"Then where?" I try to sound calm despite getting hornier by the second.
His eyes don't leave mine. "Somewhere private."
The alcohol in my system dulls the hesitation just enough. "...I have a room." I confess and then we leave for the hotel room.
I'm not sure what to call him but I don't ask yet. Cecile usually talks about how strangers in clubs like these rarely offer their real names. With that in mind, I take the initiative to tell him, "You can call me Lia."
Not really conspicuous but it is my name though no one calls me Lia. Everyone usually calls me Aury.
He hums before saying seductively, "Lia."
Oh my goddess, that might be my favorite part of my name now. What about him made everything so sexually appealing? My body reacts to everything he does. Is it the alcohol? Will I remember this in the morning?
I fiddle with the keycard as we walk. I'm aware he's still just behind me because I can feel his heated gaze on me.
When we reach the room, I swipe the card and the door clicks open.
Immediately I walk in, I remember what tonight is supposed to mean. The soft glow of fake candlelight is still flickering against the walls and the rose petals sit untouched on the neatly made bed.
These are the preparations I made for Oliver who's happily cheating on me with his short beta. I didn't have time to take off the lingerie I bought either.
My aches so much all of a sudden that I almost fold into myself but then the door shuts behind me with a soft, final click.
My cheeks heat up because this probably isn't what the silver haired stripper behind me is expecting.
Speaking of the devil, he walks past me in slow sensual strides as his presence fills the room in a way that shifts everything.
To my absolute mortification, he laughs out. Even his laugh is beautiful. If I wasn't turning red, I'd appreciate it better.
"Romantic," he teases.
The word presses on my growing heartbreak. I stiffen slightly, and fist my hands in anger. "It was supposed to be," I reply before I can stop myself.
He turns his attention from the room to me. "...and now? Can't it still be romantic?"
"I barely know you," I defensively answered him.
"Yet you want me to dance for you," He lifts his hand to his face, and pulls the edge of his mask in one smooth motion. "And dare I say do more than that?"
I clear my throat and shuffle on my feet nervously. "The point is, it wasn't meant for this."
"Oh," he hums slowly. "Should I ask, Miss Lia?"
"No."
"Still want me to strip?" his voice drops an octane deeper, growing more alluring.
The question pulls me back. My cheeks warm slightly, but I don't look away this time. "Yes."
A brief pause and then he takes off his leather jacket covering his glistening torso. I've been tempted to stare more than once.
"I'll need you to sit for this princess," He walks forward like a prowling predator and I walk back to keep the space between us.
In a few steps, the bed hits the back of my legs and I yelp when he stands right in front of me. "Relax princess, I won't do anything you don't want me to. Just sit."
His breath fans my face and it smells of cigarettes and chocolate. Understanding what he wants, I take a sit on the edge of the bed.
"Good girl," he purrs seductively and I gulp and press my thighs together. A small moan almost escapes my mouth from the sensation but he doesn't hear it.
I didn't think I'd like hearing that so much. He grabs his phone and plays a loud sensual song. With the glow from the candles and the depth of his icy eyes, I'm enchanted.
The silver haired stripper slowly starts moving his hips as he almost straddles me yet his eyes remain on mine without distraction. I look down his chest and watch as he pants with every move.
He moves back and takes off his belt which he pulls taut before closing the space between us. He grabs both my hands and wraps the belt around them. I'm nervous yet I can't help but trust him.
He continues dancing yet I notice his movements are stiffer despite the confidence in them. "Hey...is this your first time dancing?"
