“So disingenuous,” she chides, and on an impulse, brings up her hand. Her fingers land under his chin, pulling him a little closer. She’d done almost the exact same thing a week ago, when she was scolding him for not letting her look at the colour of his eyes up close. Oh God. Has it been so obvious?
The concern leaves his face. “You don’t seem to be so flustered anymore, little mesanjera.” He turns to look at the stage. “Perhaps I have a challenge for you.”
His smile is quite wicked, but Gabby feels like she’s in way too deep to pull out now. She’s pretty sure she doesn’t want to, anyway.
From inside a pocket, he produces a few crumpled NCR notes from his pocket. He thumbs out a twenty and hands it to her.
“There’s a young lady the other side of the bar,” he tells her. “She’s dancing for those boys in the jackets. I want you to go up behind her...slip this into one of her straps.”
“Why?” she asks.
“Call it an...Old World tradition.” His fingers linger on hers and another thrill runs through her. God, this could get so out of hand.
She’s hesitant, but she’s determined not to let it show. She spins out of her seat, heading in the direction of the dancing hooker. She slows her pace before she reaches her. She hasn’t attracted attention yet. All she has to do is stick the bill in one of her straps and –
No. That’s not what Cass would do, shove money at her and walk away. Cass would make it sexy, seductive. Could she do that? Did she even know how?
The hooker catches sight of her, and beckons her closer.
Emboldened, Gabby steps forward. The hooker catches her hand and pulls her forward, swaying her hips, her breasts brushing close to Gabby’s own.
She pictures Cass, when she’s on the pull. Mirroring the image in her head, Gabby runs her hands down the hooker’s body, tucking the twenty into a strap looping round her waist as her hands reach her hips. The hooker looks at her appreciatively and leans forward, planting a sensuous kiss on her lips. The guys cheer, and Gabby pulls away.
Job done. Challenge completed. She turns back to the table, in time to see the look on Raul’s face.
His mouth is slightly agape and there’s a haze in his eyes that even she can’t mistake. She felt like her little show had been awkward, embarrassing, but Raul seems to think otherwise. He is on his feet before she reaches the table, and he pulls her against him, twirls her, and drops her backwards in his arms, so low her hair brushes the floor. Distantly, someone applauds.
“Good girl,” he tells her, “but you’re making me doubt more and more that you really need my help with anything.”
She isn’t sure what makes her say it, isn’t sure what she’s even thinking, but she matches him, smile for smile, pulls up against him and whispers, “Oh, there’s definitely something you can help me with.”
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The concern leaves his face. “You don’t seem to be so flustered anymore, little mesanjera.” He turns to look at the stage. “Perhaps I have a challenge for you.”
His smile is quite wicked, but Gabby feels like she’s in way too deep to pull out now. She’s pretty sure she doesn’t want to, anyway.
From inside a pocket, he produces a few crumpled NCR notes from his pocket. He thumbs out a twenty and hands it to her.
“There’s a young lady the other side of the bar,” he tells her. “She’s dancing for those boys in the jackets. I want you to go up behind her...slip this into one of her straps.”
“Why?” she asks.
“Call it an...Old World tradition.” His fingers linger on hers and another thrill runs through her. God, this could get so out of hand.
She’s hesitant, but she’s determined not to let it show. She spins out of her seat, heading in the direction of the dancing hooker. She slows her pace before she reaches her. She hasn’t attracted attention yet. All she has to do is stick the bill in one of her straps and –
No. That’s not what Cass would do, shove money at her and walk away. Cass would make it sexy, seductive. Could she do that? Did she even know how?
The hooker catches sight of her, and beckons her closer.
Emboldened, Gabby steps forward. The hooker catches her hand and pulls her forward, swaying her hips, her breasts brushing close to Gabby’s own.
She pictures Cass, when she’s on the pull. Mirroring the image in her head, Gabby runs her hands down the hooker’s body, tucking the twenty into a strap looping round her waist as her hands reach her hips. The hooker looks at her appreciatively and leans forward, planting a sensuous kiss on her lips. The guys cheer, and Gabby pulls away.
Job done. Challenge completed. She turns back to the table, in time to see the look on Raul’s face.
His mouth is slightly agape and there’s a haze in his eyes that even she can’t mistake. She felt like her little show had been awkward, embarrassing, but Raul seems to think otherwise. He is on his feet before she reaches the table, and he pulls her against him, twirls her, and drops her backwards in his arms, so low her hair brushes the floor. Distantly, someone applauds.
“Good girl,” he tells her, “but you’re making me doubt more and more that you really need my help with anything.”
She isn’t sure what makes her say it, isn’t sure what she’s even thinking, but she matches him, smile for smile, pulls up against him and whispers, “Oh, there’s definitely something you can help me with.”