He pulls his hands away from her as if she electrocuted him. His brow has lowered an inch and he keeps his hands stiff as a board, hovering in the air.
A weird feeling moves through my chest and I look away, my gaze colliding right with Maximo’s. He doesn’t seem to be put out by the fact that neither of the women went to him.
“Maximo,” Dox drawls, reclining back further, his arms along the back of the couch. “I unfortunately didn’t have your type here,” he says and his nose wrinkles slightly.
“And what’s my type?” Maximo asks, raising a brow. His tone is steady but there’s a little bite to it that’s hard to miss.
“Men,” Dox says simply and the disgust in his voice is clear.
My blood goes cold.
And the rest of the room seems to go still.
The broody woman is no longer moving against an unfazed Giovanni who looks as if he’s getting his oil changed instead of a lap dance. The chick on Vito has got to be on the verge of passing out because she’s still upside down and Vito doesn’t look like he’s going to be helping her up anytime soon, his gaze completely on Dox now.
Giovanni’s gaze moves back and forth between Dox and Maximo and I have to wonder if he’s predicting that some shit is about to go down. Maximo isn’t known for keeping his temper in check, after all.
But Maximo is full of fucking surprises tonight, because he doesn’t rise to the bait. Instead he relaxes back into the couch, even slicker and smoother than Dox. He spreads his legs, patting his lap. “Don’t worry, I don’t need anything from you Dox, nothing you could scrounge up could be better than what I already have, man or woman. Not when I got my own personal little lap mouse.” His gaze moves up to me and again he pats his lap. “She keeps my lap warmer than any two cent piece of pussy in here, don’t you, Mouse?”
He raises a brow at me and my throat goes completely dry as my face flushes.
His gaze holds mine long and hard and I know exactly what he wants. He wants me to come to him, to be his good little pet. To submit to him in public the same way I do when he fucks me in private.
My heart thumps rapidly against my chest and I’m much too aware of all the gazes that seem to be on me. But none of them matter when Maximo is looking like he’ll get up and drag me by my hair if I don’t walk over on my own accord.
I stand, some kind of way managing to cross the small space without falling. Maximo props his hands right up behind his head in satisfaction as he looks up at me. He raises one brow, telling me with no words to hurry up and sit my ass down.
I sink down slowly, steadying myself on his strong thigh. My skin is hot and I can’t tell if it's from embarrassment or the fact that I can feel Maximo’s hardness poking into me.
I turn my head, finding Dox gazing right at me. That relaxed stance he’d taken up only a moment ago is gone now and he looks as if he’s going to punch something or somebody, probably Maximo.
He quickly schools the expression, “Well then, if that’s what you want to settle for.” The insult hits hard but I don’t let it show on my face.
“Enough of all this postering, Dox,” Giovanni says in annoyance. He unceremoniously dumps the girl off of his lap. She hits the floor with a loud thump and I cringe for her.
The woman sitting on Vito is giving much nicer treatment as he hoists her up and off of him, sitting her in the spot I just got through occupying.
Dox rubs his jaw, his gaze moving to the woman on the floor. “A rude one, ain't you, Giovanni?” He says before his eyes harden and he sits up. “Alright then, business it is.” He snaps his fingers again and this time the women get up, leaving the section.
Dox says something but it gets lost in the background as Maximo’s hand slides over the outside of my thigh. The other one is still relaxed behind his head and his eyes aren’t on me as his hand continues to inch up higher on my thigh. It drifts toward the inside of my thigh, brushing against the hem of my dress.
Dox is still speaking and Giovanni’s saying something back but Maximo continues to tease me.
My skin tingles and when I look up to find Vito watching, it feels as if my skin is on fire.
Maximo’s hand slides right under my skirt and I only have a split second to decide if I’m going to let him inside my panties in the middle of a club where anyone could see.
Where Vito is watching as if he’s never seen anything more interesting a day in his life.
Where I’ll come on the spot when Maximo touches me if Vito continues to watch me like that.
Holy fucking shit.
I jump to my feet and everyone’s attention abruptly turns toward me. At least the people who weren’t already watching.
I pull my dress down, my legs shaking as I suck in a deep breath. I’m burning up and I need out of here. “I need the bathroom,” I lie. “Where is it?” I ask, looking at Dox.
“That way,” he says, pointing to a door all the way across the club.