Selena McCall has dreamt about becoming an actress all her life. Leaving her small town lifestyle behind her and moving to LA is supposed to be her big break. But when she arrives, she finds that talent isn't all you need to make it in the business...
"Terrible timing as always, brother," Dalton mocked lazily.
"I told you she was off-limits," Charlie shouted, towering over his brother in his fury.
I could see first-hand the terrifying side of him that he saved for when people crossed him, and it took my breath away.
"Chill out," Dalton drawled, "The little lady and I made a deal."
Charlie rounded on me, his eyes flashing dangerously.
"You made a deal with him?"
I nodded awkwardly.
"One dance and he'll leave me alone, for good," I said breathlessly.
"Looks like you've had that, now get out," Charlie snapped, rounding on his brother again.
Dalton laughed, leaning back in the chair and stretching an arm across the back.
"Hardly. You just ruined the best part." He narrowed his eyes on Charlie, clearly loving the power he had over his brother and the situation, "Now, I suggest you let us get back to it, or I'll be sure to spread the word about what a dodgy establishment you have here, Charles."
"Fine," Charlie replied through gritted teeth, sparing a glance at me, before stepping back.
"Oh no," Dalton called out, "You misunderstand," He waited for Charlie to turn his confused expression upon him, then smirked evilly, "You're staying to watch this."
I could have sworn my heart stopped at that announcement, and as I looked to Charlie, I could see his shock clearly defined across his face.
"You aren't serious," He snapped.
"Oh, deadly," Dalton assured him, turning to me, "And for a full song please, Selena. It was spoilt last time."
He pulled a childish, pouty face at his brother, then nodded to me.
I couldn't believe I now had to go through the entire thing again. I was almost free before, and now I had to start from scratch, this time with Charlie here too.
"I think we'll start with you over here," He added, "My brother will kindly get the music."
He held out his hand, which I begrudgingly took, as I got back on his lap. As soon as the music kicked in, I danced for him again, my body rocking and grinding against him. He lifted his finger and traced it over my breast, tugging at the fabric of my top, which I hadn't yet removed. I shrugged away from him, and reached for it, counting down the seconds until it was over. Having pulled my top off, he then tipped his head expectantly.
"That's enough-" Charlie snapped behind me.
"Ah, ah, ah," Dalton warned.
Once this is done... it's over, he'll leave me alone.
With that charming thought, I reached behind my back, and undid my bra, pulling the lemon lace away from my chest, and allowing him a full view.
The music began to peak and I knew there must only have been another minute to go before I'd be able to dress and leave. Dalton leant in, his suit brushing against my nipples as he ran a hand over my back, pressing his lips to my ear to whisper to me.
"Turn around, my brother's missing the fun," He instructed me.
I knew the game he was playing, and I knew that refusing would land me in the same place as before, another interrupted dance... another reason to prolong my discomfort. Getting back to my feet, I turned around and then sat back on his lap, this time facing out into the room. Charlie shifted uncomfortably as he was made to watch me pressing my half-naked body against his brother. I felt my cheeks redden as I looked into my boss's eyes, seeing the warring emotions within their warm, ocean blue depths. Dalton clearly enjoyed the awkwardness, and I felt his hands brushing over my ribs, making their way up my body. I knew exactly where they were headed, and at that point, I'd had enough. Just before they could reach their target, I slapped them away. Before he could react in any way, the music died off, and I sprung from his lap as if I'd just been tasered.
Putting as much distance between myself and Dalton as I could, I shielded my bare chest, jumping in surprise as I felt something warm against my skin, and then Charlie's arms around me as he wrapped me in his jacket.
"Drake?" He called coldly, summoning the security's attention. "See him off the premises."
"Sir," Drake agreed.
"And don't ever come back here," Charlie said firmly to his brother, "That dance was your last here, never come near Selena or any of my staff ever again."
His brother grunted, a smug smile pasted across his face as he approached us.
"Was worth every second," He said coldly, before disappearing through the curtain.
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