Free Zane's Busy Bodies: Chocolate Flava 4 by Zane Page A

against the black walls gave the effect of blood pumping through the veins of the building.
    “Bonsoir,” a tall young woman with smoky eye shadow greeted us. “Nineteen euros.”
    I rummaged through my purse looking for euros, finding nothing but lipstick, old receipts, and American cash. “Colette, I left my euros in the room. What am I going to do?” I whined, waving my U.S. dollars in her face.
    “Fifteen of your dollars,” the woman interjected. “We welcome you. You can also check your coats and purses here.”
    I handed her the money and all of my belongings with a huge grin on my face. Bouncing to the beat, I took a ticket and hand stamp. I looked at the small black “V” that marked the top of my right hand before I placed the claim ticket in the back of my skintight jeans’ pocket.
    We made our way over to the bar through the howling dance crowd. Watching sweaty bodies pressed up against one another, ready to fuck, made my nipples harden. I bit on my lower lip to hide my arousal.
    I nodded my head to the music and began to move my hips. The big fans flowing made the air blow, causing my wild curly hair to sway. I closed my eyes and imagined that I was a sexy video vixen waiting to dance with the hottest guy. I adjusted my halter top to make sure my boobs were pushed up just right.
    My eyes immediately fell on the flashy bartender with long dreads who was spinning some bottles, juggling glasses, and engaging everyone around him. From the looks of it, he could have been another member of the family that owned the place.
    “You weren’t lying. The eye candy is unbelievable,” I said to Colette. “Who’s the sexy man behind the bar?”
    “Oh, that’s Legend.”
    “Legend looks like a god!”
    Just when I thought I was in love with the muscular, dread-headed bartender, a taller, dark-skinned stud appeared from under the bar. His efficiently lined goatee and flawless haircut sent me over the edge. He looked a lot like a younger version of the actor Idris Elba.
    “What can I get you ladies?” he asked as he leaned over the bar. Dimples in each cheek framed a perfect grin.
    My heavy breathing halted as soon as I laid eyes on his shirtless, sculpted upper body. Sweet, honey brown eyes locked with mine and I clutched my heart because it skipped a beat.
    Colette spoke up. “Can you give us two shots of vodka, s’il vous plaît ?”
    As he poured the liquor, Colette placed some money on the bar.
    “Girl, I have a weakness for chocolate,” I said into her ear, feeling my knees buckle.
    I had to plant my feet firmly and lean up against a barstool to stop myself from fainting.
    “Trés magnifique,” she said.
    He slid the two shot glasses in front of us with well-practiced fluidity, not wasting a single drop on the glass-topped bar.
    “Bottoms up!” I yelled before downing my shot. Colette downed hers as well.
    Before I could set the glass down, two more shots were in front of us.
    “This one is on the house,” he said with a wink before he made his way to the other end of the long bar.
    The two bartenders worked so masterfully that I was entranced. All of the women were spellbound, fixated by the way they commanded all the attention in the room.
    “Oh, my God!” I shouted, bouncing up and down, feeling the music propel through me. “What is Mr. Chocolate’s name?”
    Colette grinned widely as if she knew I would ask. She let me hang on to her silence for a moment before she said, “Rain.”
    “His name is Rain? Like from the sky? Okay, what’s up with their names?”
    “Onyx, Legend, and Rain are brothers.”
    “I take it their mother doesn’t like traditional names.”
    Colette giggled and raised her hand to order another drink. “I’m ready to get drunk.”
    “Me too.” I couldn’t keep my eyes off Rain. I wanted him. “Do you think I can have Mr. Rain tonight?”
    “I don’t know . . .” Colette’s glossy eyes glanced over in his direction to find that he was stealing stares