“What does that mean?” I asked, smiling even though I didn’t get the punch line.
“It’s when you leave your sac hanging out of your fly,” Andre explained. “At first people can’t figure out what it is they’re seeing, then they try to figure out if you just somehow don’t know your nads are swinging in the breeze. No one says a word.”
“No shit?” Shawna nearly fell off her chair.
We got so rowdy, our waitress asked us to tone it down—with a smile. I caught her by the elbow before she walked away. “Is there a phone I can use?”
“Just ask one of the bartenders,” she said. “Tell them Dennis—he’s the manager—okayed it and they’ll hook you up.”
“Thanks.” I slid off my seat as she moved on to another table. I had no idea who Dennis was, but I’d just been going with the flow all night, knowing Gideon would’ve set up everything flawlessly. “Anyone up for water?” I asked the group.
I got booed and pelted with wadded-up napkins. Laughing, I went to the bar and waited for an opening to ask for Pellegrino and the phone. I dialed Gideon’s cell number, since it was the one I had memorized. I figured it was safe since I was calling from a public place he owned.
“Cross,” he answered briskly.
“Hi, ace.” I leaned into the bar and covered my other ear with my hand. “I’m drunk-dialing you.”
“I can tell.” His voice changed for me, slowed and grew warm. It captivated me even over the music. “Are you having a good time?”
“Yes, but I miss you. Did you take your vitamins?”
He had a smile in his voice when he asked, “Are you horny, angel?”
“It’s your fault! This club is like Viagra. I’m hot and sweaty and dripping in pheromones. And I’ve been a bad girl, you know. Dancing like I’m single.”
“Bad girls get punished.”
“Maybe I should be really bad, then. Make the punishment worth it.”
He growled. “Come home and be bad with me.”
The thought of him at home, ready for me, made me even more eager for him. “I’m stuck here ’til the girls are done, which looks to be a while.”
“I can come to you. Within twenty minutes, you could have my cock inside you. Do you want that?”
I glanced around the club, my entire body vibrating with the hard-driving music. Imagining him here, fucking me in this no-holds-barred place, made me squirm with anticipation. “Yes. I want that.”
“Do you see the skywalk?”
Turning around, I looked up and saw the suspended walkway hugging the walls. Dancers dry-fucked to the music from twenty feet above the dance floor. “Yes.”
“There’s a section where it wraps around a mirrored corner. I’ll meet you there. Be ready, Eva,” he ordered. “I want your cunt naked and wet when I find you.”
I shivered at the familiar command, knowing it meant he’d be rough and impatient. Just what I wanted. “I’m wearing a—”
“Angel, a crowd of millions couldn’t hide you from me. I found you once. I’ll always find you.”
Longing seared my veins. “Hurry.”
Reaching over to replace the receiver on the business side of the bar, I grabbed my mineral water and drank until the bottle was empty. Then I headed to the bathroom, where I waited in line forever in order to get ready for Gideon. I was giddy with booze and excitement, so thrilled that my boyfriend—arguably one of the busiest men in the world—would drop everything to … service me.
I licked my lips, shifting on my feet.
I hurried through the ladies’ room to a stall, ditching my panties before hitting the sink and mirror to freshen up with a damp napkin. Most of my makeup had melted off, leaving me with smudged eyes and cheeks reddened by heat and exertion. My hair was a mess, both wildly mussed and wet around my face.
Oddly, I didn’t look half bad. I looked sexual and ready.
Lacey was in line and I stopped by her as I inched my way through the crowded bathroom threshold.
“Having fun?” I asked her.