“No, I want to come to Vision. If you’re sure it’ll be okay. I don’t want you to get into any trouble by having me there.”
“No, it’s perfectly fine. Paul has a conference call for the next hour with the club in London, so I figured you could come and see what I do when I’m not dancing behind closed doors. You’ve never watched a show before, so I thought this would be the perfect opportunity for you to know what to expect when one comes up.”
“I can be there in…” Faye paused, turning her watch towards herself. “Ten minutes? I’ll just finish my coffee.”
“Can’t wait. Just text me when you’re outside, and I’ll come and get you. The place is locked up.”
Faye thrummed with excitement. She couldn’t believe she was about to have unlimited access to Talia and her incredible talent. “I’ll see you soon.”
* * *
“Okay,so I just need to tell you that Paul thinks you’re a friend.” Talia closed the door to Vision, bolting it up. “It was the only way I could get you in here. Please, don’t hate me.”
“I don’t want to jeopardise anything here for you. Being a friend is fine.”
Talia’s heart leapt at Faye’s words. She knew she’d understand, and in some ways, she was surprised Faye agreed to coming here, but Talia had spent the entire morning thinking about her. If she could get her into the club as a friend, it was better than nothing. “You’re sure?”
“I’m sure.”
“Then follow me.” Talia cocked her head towards the main room off the corridor, grinning at Faye’s sheer beauty. She wore her hair up today, that delectable neck on show, the lightest of makeup present. “You look really good, by the way.”
Faye’s eyes dipped lower. “Not as good as you.”
Talia blushed. She spent her weekends in sexy lingerie, but when Faye eyed her up…yeah, it dida lotof things to her body. Nobody else had that effect on her, and Talia never wanted them to. Faye and those heavenly blue eyes had completely stolen her heart. “You really know how to make a girl feel good.”
“Mmhmm. Right back atcha!”
Talia felt Faye’s eyes on her as they reached the stage area. Most of the tables and chairs were stacked away; they’d be put out later depending on how many clients had booked in this evening. “Can I get you anything? A nice glass of wine to go with the show?”
“No, I’m okay. Thanks.” Faye glanced at the leather couch she’d sat on the first night she met Talia in here. “Should I sit here?”
“Yep. Make yourself comfortable.” Talia slid her platform heels on, only wearing them during her routine on training days. She spent enough time in them on weekends; her feet wouldn’t thank her for any unnecessary wearing. She turned back to Faye, an eyebrow quirked as Faye sat staring, open mouthed. “Problem?”
“N-no.” Faye shook her head quickly. “No problem. None.” Faye squirmed in her seat, placing her hands on her thighs. “All good. Pretend I’m not here.”
Talia cocked her head, grinning. “Oh, that’s not possible.”
And then she hit play on the track and closed one hand around the pole in the centre of the stage. She didn’t take her eyes off Faye, the sexual tension between them palpable lately. Faye swallowed as Talia wrapped her leg around the pole backwards, her eyes fluttering to Talia’s exposed inner thigh. They may have had a space between them, but Talia was certain she could see Faye’s pulse in her neck, her fingers digging into her thighs as she watched Talia’s every move.
As much as Talia wanted to eye-fuck Faye this afternoon, she was here for a reason. To work. To perfect her talent, her skill. So Talia switched off, pushing away everything around her, and climbed the pole with ease. As she moved into the La Roue pose, she caught Paul from the corner of her eye. He was watching intently, nodding as Talia hit each pose without an ounce of difficulty. When she switched into the cocoon pose, Paul whooped and clapped.
“That’s my girl!” He stepped out of the shadows, approaching Faye.
Talia brought herself out of the routine and dropped back to the floor, landing in the splits. Paul was standing close by, but Faye hadn’t batted an eyelid in his direction. She just stared through Talia, the corner of her bottom lip between her teeth.
“I thought you had work to do?” Talia slid off the stage, fixing her lingerie on her hips. “Or are you pissing about as usual?”
“I gotta head out.” He turned to Faye. “You must be Adria’s friend…Faye?” Paul held out a hand, taking Faye’s. “What did you think?”
“Amazing, yeah.” Faye cleared her throat quietly and then gulped. “Great club.”
“Well, it wouldn’t be here without this one.” Paul cocked his head towards Talia. “She brings in the clients. Which reminds me…McDonald and his firm are down this weekend. Make it a good night for them.”
“Yes, sir.” Talia saluted Paul, grinning. “Now, can I get back to work or are we having tea and sandwiches?”
“You’ll be okay here? John is due in at 4, but if you need to head off, just lock up behind you. Spare keys are in the office. I’ll get them off you tomorrow.”
“Right, will do.” Talia switched her gaze to Faye as Paul walked away. She had no idea what Faye was thinking, but those blue eyes were so dark it sent a shiver down Talia’s spine. “Since he’s going out, I can have ten minutes to myself.”