21

Hands went around my waist and I expected to start dancing against the unknown person but I was pulled and I gasped, my eyes flying open as I was taken away from the dance floor and to a booth, forced to sit down.
"Why the hell do you guys always do this?" I snapped, leaning back and folding my arms in annoyance as I glared hard at each of their handsome faces. "I'm not five years old."
"Then don't act like it," Dax blankly replied, giving me a short smile. I rolled my eyes, huffing.
"The whole point of being here was for the plan; not dancing," Gage added, giving me a look of dismal. I rolled my eyes, scoffing. "Fine, well, I know what I'm doing."
I pulled down my tight crop top a little, letting my cleavage show even more as I flicked my long hair over my shoulder, my breasts in view.
"Hell no," Cristiano said, glancing down at my cleavage like the rest of the guys. "There's no way we're sticking with that plan."
"I can't believe you left the house wearing that, Rose," Gage sighed, rolling his eyes at me. I glanced down at my sequin two piece dress before meeting their eyes again. "What's your point?" Scoffing, he looked away and I licked my coated lips, rolling my eyes too.
"Well, it's the best plan we've got," Dax defended, siding with me. I smiled at him, "thank you, Dax!"
"I still think that Jordan should slip off and go get it," Cristiano disagreed, folding his arms as he leaned back. "Yeah, well, we all know that somehow, Jordan's gonna screw it up."
"Exactly!" Jordan agreed, his voice filled with worry. "I'll just mess up again and then you guys'll bully me so can Rose just do it?"
"What is he tries something with her?" Cristiano asked, raising his eyebrow as he looked at his friends. "Are we seriously gonna let her go into a place - without us - where she could potentially get taken advantage of?"
"I can take care of myself," I defended, sitting up as I straightened my posture. I looked directly into his eyes, seriousness written across it. "Cris, I can do this. I've been through hell and I'm stronger from that, and I live with four guys that taught me how to box. I can look after myself. Just trust me."
A small, encouraging smile came onto my face and he scanned my face with his attractive, hazel eyes. Licking his lips slowly, he nodded, giving in. "Alright." My smile grew on my face, and I stood, adjusting my hair and looking at the guys.
"So, how do I look?" I asked, twirling around once as I looked at them for approval. I pulled my miniskirt down a little and checked my cleavage.
"Like a deceiving hooker," Dax bluntly told me, a playful tone in his words. I gave him a look and smiled, curling my hair at the ends with my finger.
"Well, then, let's get this money."
"There he is," Gage acknowledged, his voice barely loud enough over the booming music, his enchanting eyes glimpsing over at the VIP area further away from us.
My eyes moved over as well, my arms wrapping around my waist. Catching a look of the man, I already knew my job was going to be easy.
He definitely had a charm and a little glint in his eye that told me that he was a player. Something about the way he looked creeped me out.
He was way older than me and had to be in his late thirties. His face was stern yet peaceful, gazing at the woman who was currently shaking her ass in front of him for his pleasure.
His calloused hands touched her, a small, exciting grin on his ageing face as his dark, mysterious eyes gazed at her, lust filled in them, making those tiny, stress caused wrinkles break free on his skin. He disgusted me.
His muscular body was slouched slightly on the plush sofa he sat on. An expensive Armani suit was on him with black, finely polished, leather shoes finishing off his outfit. He had wealthier written all over him and desire in his eyes.
"This is gonna be hard," Dax muttered, his eyes intently staring at him as he sighed. "He's got a girl with him - two."
He let her twerk on him, his bank notes carelessly being thrown at her as he let her dance sexually for him, his eyes craving the younger girl.
I sat up, straightening my posture and flicking my long hair over my shoulder.
"He's a man - a horny man. Shouldn't be too hard. Stick to the plan," I said, standing an brushing my skirt down, adjusting my crop top by tightening it a little so my toned breasts were pressed against each other, perfect for a man's lustful eyes.
I spun on my heel, strolling confidentially to the VIP area, my mind swirling with pessimistic thoughts but I threw them away and replaced them with optimistic ones, keeping myself positive.
Everything will be alright
Walking up to the velvet ropes, I powerfully stood with my eyes on him, quickly trying to figure out what to say.
Here we go
"Nice package you got there, papi," I teased loudly, my face covered with seduction. "Want me to unwrap it?"
His attention was caught and already it seemed that the plan was working. His dark eyes longingly looked over at me, his tongue slowly licking his lips.
His guards came, about to send me away until he spoke authoritatively, "no. Let her stay."
I smiled a little at him, swaying my hips as I walked up the stairs slowly, his eyes hungrily gazing at me. He made the other girls go away which was perfect.
Standing in front of him, I swung my leg over, straddling him and placing my hands on his shoulders. "Have we met?" He asked, his voice deep and filled with a strong Spanish accent.
I slowly licked my lips, salacity. "No, I'm sure I would remember if we had," I replied, my eyes purposely dropping down to his lips before meeting his once more.
As if something clicked in his mind, his eyes lit up a little, dropping to my cleavage before meeting mine. "You're the Rossi's girl. . .red head, just like Riley said."
Riley
Oh my gosh
I maintained an alluring face. "That's right," I lied, my hands sliding up his hard chest and around his neck as I gazed seductively at him, licking my lips slowly. "But it's an open relationship. . .and right now, I'm open for you, handsome."
I tried my hardest to hold back all of the disgust I had in me. His hands cupped my face before pulling it close to his, his lips slamming against mine as he lustfully kissed me, his tongue exploring my mouth, hungry for me.
His coarse hands roamed my body, touching my butt. They began to slip down my skirt and automatically, I tensed up. My hands went back and stopped him as I pulled away, lifting his hands out.
"Don't get too excited, papi," I seductively said, my eyes gazing into his. "Dessert always comes last."
"Dessert?" He asked, chuckling to himself as he salaciously gazed at me. "You're a whole meal, sexy."
I forced out a small giggle, flicking my long hair over my shoulder as I tried my hardest to look entertained.
"Sir," a guard said, interrupting us. He was tall and buff, wearing black and some dark shades. "The game will start soon."
"What's your name?" The horny man asked me, his eyes filled with lewd.
"Lia," I lied, my eyes continuing to maintain contact with his.
"Come on, sexy."