table and I feel a hand on my behind and then slide down to the back of my thigh. I look over my shoulder to see a distinguished looking man with dark hair standing behind me.
He’s in his late thirties and handsome in a sophisticated, naughty way.
“Hello.” He smiles sexily as he raises his brow.
I smile nervously, relieved that it isn’t Dr. Stanton. Or maybe I do wish it was him. No, I don’t! He can’t find out that I work here. Oh jeez, I’m confusing myself here.
“Hello.” I smirk.
His eyes drop to my feet and back up to meet my eyes. I can feel the heat from his gaze. This man is hot. “What’s your name?” he asks.
“Vivienne.”
He holds out his hand and I stare down at it. He wants to shake my hand. Even in a place like this, his manners overrule his desire.
I nervously shake his hand.
“You’re new?”
I smile softly. “Yes.”
His eyes drop back to my feet and then back up as he licks his bottom lip. “Are you going to be working in the Escape Lounge?”
I glance down at the models floating up and down the catwalk and shake my head. “No.” I glance around nervously. “I’m just behind the bar.”
His dark eyes hold mine. “Pity.” His hand drops to my hipbone and he gives it a dominant squeeze. “Do you give lap dances?”
The heat from his hand is burning hot. I feel arousal begin to swirl between us. It’s been way too long since I’ve been touched by a man—nearly two years, to be exact.
“No.” I look around nervously. “I wouldn’t know how to give a lap dance,” I murmur
He bends and puts his lips to my ear. “I could teach you,” he whispers so close that I feel his breath on my skin. Goosebumps scatter, and he gently runs his hand up my forearm to feel them.
My scared eyes hold his and he smirks triumphantly.
He bends to my ear again. “I could turn you into my Escape girl.” He gently kisses my ear.
I frown and step back from him abruptly. Okay, this guy is freaking me out. He is gorgeous and tempting and fucking dangerous to my morals.
“I don’t think so,” I murmur.
“Could be fun.” He smirks.
A smile crosses my face. “I have no doubt, but I’m nobody’s Escape girl.”
“Maybe I could be your Escape man?” He raises a sexy brow.
Now… there’s a proposition worth thinking about. I smile and grab his hand and squeeze it in mine. “Keep dreaming.” I pick up my tray and turn and walk off through the crowd. I hate to admit it, but I feel ten-feet tall. He was gorgeous and he wanted me. I can hardly wipe the stupid smile from my face. My tray is full and I have to return it to the kitchen, which is in the restaurant at the back of the club. I walk up the three steps into the industrial trendy looking bar. The floor is polished cement and the furnishings are all recycled expensive timber. The chairs are all a funky tan leather, and the dropped light fittings are huge copper pendants. The music is different in here. It’s more of a relaxed vibe. This place must have cost an absolute fortune to furnish. I’ve never been up here before and I glance around as I look for the door into the kitchen. There it is at the back. As I walk through, I hear a familiar laugh, and I glance up at a table of six men sitting in the corner having dinner.
Cameron.
He’s with five other men and they are all around a table eating and laughing, paying no attention at all to the women in the fashion parade. I drop my head and continue walking into the kitchen to place the tray in the line up for the dishwasher. A waitress is in the kitchen running the food.
“Hi.” I smile as I watch him through the peephole.
“Hello.” She smiles. “God, it’s hectic tonight.”
“I know.” I grin as an idea runs through my mind. “Hey, see that table of men up the back?”
She glances over at them. “Yes.”
“How long have they been here?”
“A few hours.”
I nod. “Okay...” I hesitate. “Thank you.”
I drop my head and walk back out of the restaurant. Please don’t see me, please don’t see me. I pick up another tray and begin to collect my empty glasses again. After another hour of restaurant door stalking, I glance up and see Cameron and his group of