Free You and I Alone by Melissa Toppen Page A

between the party room and the main floor but something about being secluded from the rest of the club makes me squeamish.
                  Once I am dressed and have my hair and make-up to damn near perfection, I take the back hall that leads to an entrance to the stage in the party room. Wishing I could talk to Josh before  I start, having no real idea of who I am dealing with, I take a deep breath and decide to just go ahead and find out myself.
                  Walking out onto the stage, the room is dimly lit and contains, from what I can see, five men, all relaxing comfortably in the plush red chairs that sit in a line directly in front of the stage. The noise of my red heels vibrates off the walls around me and announces my arrival before I am really ready to.
                  Making my way to the edge of the stage, I spot Josh at the private bar pouring drinks. We must be short tonight if Josh is tending bar. And while I am surprised to see him here, I am also relieved. Having him here makes me feel more comfortable.
                  Or at least it did, until I turn my eyes back to the men in front of me and realize that the one sitting dead center to where I am standing is none other than Mr. Bentley Reed.
                 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

 
     
     
     
    Chapter Seven
     
     
     
     
     
                  I'm frozen, paralyzed even. It's like time moves in slow motion around me and I can see every set of eyes as they turn my direction. Feel the heat from their gazes as they skirt across my skin and yet, only one person in attendance commands my focus.
                  “Logan. I am so glad you could join us this evening.” Bentley smiles casually and stands, turning towards the other men. “Gentleman, may I introduce to you one of our finest dancers here at Allure . Logan will be able to give you an idea of what you can expect when visiting any of my clubs. They all operate the same way and have equally as talented dancers. Well, almost.” He says, turning his head just a fraction so that I can see him wink in my direction.
                  “Josh.” Bentley turns his attention to the bar and immediately Josh is punching the music selection into the touch wall screen that controls the music in the room.
                  Before I have time to react to anything going on around me, “Slow Dancing in a Burning Room” by John Mayer floods from the speakers around me. I take a deep breath and one last look directly at Bentley before throwing my head back and slowly beginning to move with the beat of the music.
                  It isn't long until my dance instinct takes over. While I don't have a specific routine for any song I dance to, I generally have an idea in my mind. Unfortunately, given how quickly this was all thrown on me and the fact that I have never danced to this song, I am having to improvise a lot more than I normally would. And while I thought that would be difficult, I am actually enjoying just losing myself in the music and not really thinking too much about the movements.
                  On the last chorus of the song, I climb about five feet up the eight foot pole in the middle of the stage and hook both legs around it, laying my torso upside down along the cool metal and stretching my arms above my head. The action causes the red nighty to skirt up a little higher than I am used to considering I don't usually wear such loose fitting material, but it doesn't show too much and I capitalize on the exposure of my skin by reaching up and trailing my hands along my bare stomach and across the bottom of my breasts that are barely visible to the men in the audience.
                  It isn't until the last beat of music sounds that I open my eyes and actually look around.