Asked you? To dance?
“Sweet,” he replied.
But I cocked an eyebrow. “Why the hell would they do that?”
Was this Rika’s way of keeping an eye on Winter? Installing herself in her life again?
Winter’s chin lifted a hair and she set her jaw. “Because I’m good,” she stated.
“Well, this should be entertaining,” Arion mumbled with a smirk.
I didn’t know if I agreed. Winter would dance. For me. I didn’t like they’d gone behind my back to arrange this with her.
“Oh, Winter, this is Alex, by the way,” Will said and then eyed me. “My new best friend.”
My lips twitched with a smile. Touché.
Alex reached out with both hands, taking Winter’s and shaking it. “Hi, nice to meet you.”
“You, too.”
“Alex goes to school with Rika in the city,” Will explained to Winter.
She nodded, and I chuckled to myself. Yeah, Will, that was how we knew her. Sure.
I lifted my drink to my mouth. “Is Alex for hire tonight?” I asked, gazing down her body, the caramel-colored gown perfectly accenting her deep brown hair.
Will turned his glare on me. “Fuck you.”
“I’m completely serious,” I maintained, turning to my wife. “Do you like her?”
I mean, she was all ready to bring another woman into our bed—or my bed—days ago, right? And this was Alex’s job. As an escort, she should appreciate the business.
Arion remained quiet, her eyes falling and looking uncomfortable. “Damon, it’s not the place.”
“Do you like her?” I pressed, gazing down into her eyes and threading my finger under her necklace, gently pulling her mouth up to mine. “I like her. Tits for days and big eyes. I’d love to see those big eyes on me when she fucks you.”
“Jesus,” I heard someone mumble.
Another person sighed their aggravation.
But Winter remained silent. I could feel her, though. She was all I felt. I wanted her to hate this. To feel hurt that her eyes would never be on anyone, and she would never be as enjoyable or as sexy as Alex or Arion, because they could taunt with a single look.
She was pathetic, and less, and without. Like I could’ve ever enjoyed you like a real woman. Is that what you thought, Winter?
Arion kept her eyes down, not wanting what she was willing to do in the privacy of our bedroom displayed in public and in front of others.
Her lips pursed, but she finally answered. “You’re in charge.”
I quirked a smile, hating that she was so pliable, but glad Winter heard that. I didn’t need her. I could get what I wanted from anyone. Let her sit on that in bed tonight.
Even if I didn’t want it from just anyone.
I dropped my hand, peering over at Alex. “Is it still full price if I just watch?” I teased. “And if we do like a punch card, can you blow me on the eighth visit?”
Arion growled and spun around, walking away, while Ethan grabbed Winter’s hand and left.
“Fucking piece of shit,” Will said, turning to Alex. “Let’s go.”