Chapter 6

Harry


It was already dark when I left my apartment. The temperature was low, below zero. Going to see Gina was a gamble that could either pay off or discredit me, but I was willing to risk it, anyway. Hopefully she hadn’t changed the location of her classes. I did a quick search on Google, but I couldn’t find any other confirmation. Once I was in the city, I put on the sat-nav and found the place without any problems. It was Thursday evening, so I wasn’t expecting her to have many students.
Sasha didn’t want to give me the address in the beginning, so it took a bit of convincing. Dexter’s wife believed I wasn’t the right guy for Gina. At first, I thought I would sleep with her and then be over it, but now, I wasn’t so sure that I could simply walk away. I didn’t have time to work out the logistics or worry about how this could affect our business relationship. There were other companies in the city that could take care of the marketing. I was hoping that, eventually, Crystal would get bored of me. She liked the attention, and for now, I was keeping her happy.
I felt slightly on edge when I arrived outside the community centre on the north side of the city. Earlier on, I changed and got rid of my suit. I didn’t want her to think that I was stalking her. This had to be casual; otherwise she would get scared.
I waited in the car for twenty minutes. Finally, a few women left the building. They all looked like they had a good time.
I didn’t normally do this, showing up unexpected, chasing after a woman, but for some reason, I couldn’t stay away. She wasn’t supposed to have that kind of effect on me, and yet she did. The moment I saw her outside the ring, I knew that I had to have her. Some part of me believed she was meant for me.
I got out of the car and headed over to see her. I wasn’t planning to wait until she left the building.
Inside, I followed the long corridor, and then turned right to the stairs. Another woman walked past me wearing leggings and a sports top. I didn’t really care if Gina thought I was crazy. She was most likely reluctant because I was a client. I could take care of Andrew; she didn’t have to worry about her job.
The door to the dance hall was ajar, so I peered inside. My heart started thumping in my chest when I saw her.
Gina was by the pole, and it seemed she was showing another girl a few complicated moves. I watched her, not breathing, as she swirled around the pole, holding her legs in a perfect straight line. She wore very tight leggings that showed off her curvy arse, and a raging fire burned my blood. It was unbelievably perfect, and I’d bet she looked even better naked. I had never acted so wild around any other woman.
Gina turned herself upside down and began sliding down the pole. I had seen a lot of crazy stuff in my life, but this was incredibly hot. Gina was moving around that metal pole like she had been a gymnast from birth. I started picturing myself with her, and lust kept me in the same spot the entire time she was on the pole.
Her student started clapping, but it looked like Gina wasn’t done yet. She spread her legs wide, and I tightened my jaw so hard that it ached. Then she began moving faster, spinning, and doing a complicated pirouette so quickly, that it was hard to keep up with her.
She stopped and held herself with one arm, and at the same time, lifting both legs above her head. She held the same position for the next few seconds and then pushed her legs away from her body, arching her neck and spine.
Right then I was ready to do anything, just to have Gina Martinez in my bedroom. I’d slept with a lot of women in the past, and none of them had ever declined to go home with me. But I was worried Gina might not want me.
I had no idea how long I stood there watching her, but eventually, the blond woman left. She glanced at me briefly but carried on walking toward the exit.
I took a few calming breaths and walked inside the hall. Gina was bending down, showing me the exact shape of her arse, and blood was already rushing straight to my dick. The leggings were worn out, but they clung to her fit body like they were made for her. I swallowed hard, telling myself to calm the fuck down.
I cleared my throat to let her know that she was no longer alone, and she nearly jumped on her feet.
“I’m sorry, Miss Martinez. I didn’t mean to scare you,” I said quickly. She narrowed her eyes at me, looking startled.
“Mr Erskine?” She gave me a surprised look. “What are you doing here so late?”
I wasn’t forward with women and they liked my good manners, but I wasn’t planning to behave tonight. On the contrary, I wanted to see how far I could push her. I walked up to her and inhaled the delicious scent of her perfume.
I had a beautiful woman in front of me, someone who could easily make my night.
I leaned over and whispered in her ear, “I couldn’t wait until tomorrow. I wanted to see if I could take you out for dinner.” I stayed only inches away from her lovely skin. Goosebumps skated across her arms, and she sucked in a hard breath. The heat surged around us, wrapping us together in a veil of lust.
She lifted her eyes at me and she looked angry.
“You’re my client and you shouldn’t even be here. And I most definitely won’t be going out for a dinner with you,” she said, annoyance lacing her tone. All right, she was playing hard to get.
She picked up her hoodie from the floor and backed away from me.
“We’re both adults and we can do whatever we want. The work won’t interfere in our relationship. Trust me, you will enjoy my company,” I assured her. I took a step closer, and her body responded. It was a dance, and we were the perfect match.
“Confident, aren’t we, Mr. Erskine?” she asked, laughing. At least she wasn’t furious that I showed up here.
“Yes, I am very confident, but even more so in the bedroom,” I said darkly and looked at her intensely.
Heat rushed to her cheeks and she swallowed hard. My cock reacted, and I wanted to skip the teasing and just take her to my apartment.
“That’s nice, but I’m not interested, Mr. Erskine. I don’t have time for dating,” she stated, pretty much flat out, telling me to get lost. “This is my life: my pole dancing business and home. Please, if you’ll excuse me?”
She passed me, taking down the metal bars slowly. She was small but strong. No woman had ever said no to me before. I grabbed the other one for her and carried it to the benches in silence. I had time, all day and night to make this work.
She didn’t say anything, only glanced at me when we were finished disabling the rest of the bars. Her body was a work of art. She must have been training for years to look like that. I wanted to see her performing.
When we both reached for the same metal bar, our fingers touched, and electricity rushed between us. Gina lifted her brown eyes to me, tensing her body. Her chest started rising and falling in rapid movements.
I brought her hand to my lips and kissed it gently, letting her know that I could wait for her. This had never happened before. If women were interested, I took them to my place right away, and then I was done.
She looked surprised at my affection but didn’t pull her hand away.
“Why don’t you give me a chance, Gina? I want to get to know you. I can assure you that you won’t be disappointed.”
She parted her lips and smiled.
“You’re my client, Mr. Erskine, and we can’t have any sort of relationship apart from that. There is no point getting to know me. I’m not interested in you. Please,” she insisted, “I need to get home.”
Then, I did something that I had never done before. Normally I wasn’t a spur of the moment man, but Gina had put a spell on me. With one move, I had her pinned against the wall in seconds, our chests were touching. She was mine whether she liked it or not. I knew this from the moment I saw her during the boxing match.

Gina

My heart beat frantically in my chest. Lust was pouring through my body while Harry held me so close to his ripped chest. His blue eyes were looking through me, and I wanted to become someone else just this one time.
The silence stretched for God knew how long, and he leaned over and moved his nose along the crook of my neck. It felt incredible, and I was slowly losing my mind, overwhelmed with desire.
He was hard, and I could feel his erection pressed against my sex. It’d been so long since I had slept with anyone. Right at that moment, I wanted everything from him: his determination and passion. We had only just met, and I was already experiencing the most intense emotions. He was still a stranger, a man who I wasn’t supposed to trust.
I wanted to get involved, but this could complicate everything. Besides, he had no idea that I knew about Crystal Davies—that I saw him having sex with her in the changing room.
“You’re very sexy, Miss Martinez, you must realise it?” he rasped, tracing the line of my neck with his lips. The heat spilled from my pores to the nape of my neck, and a drop of sweat blazed between my breasts where my chest touched his. My hormones were taking over, but I couldn’t get blinded by this unexpected lust. He was just another man who wanted to use me. “And I want you to give me a chance. Just one dinner after our meeting tomorrow.”
He was demanding, overbearing, and very intense. I didn’t want to say yes, but the words came out of my mouth before I thought about what was happening.
“Yes, I’ll have dinner with you.”
“Good girl. I’ll pick you up tomorrow at eight,” he whispered, and then he pulled away from me. Seconds later, he was walking away, and I couldn’t move, standing in the middle of my training hall, dizzy from the pressure he put between my legs just a moment ago.
I let him pin me down, and then I lost control. There was no doubt that Harry Erskine wanted me, and I had no idea how he knew I was teaching my class in here. Our meeting tomorrow was going to be interesting.
I wiped my sweaty palms on my leggings and took a deep breath. Fine, he wanted to get to know me, then that was all right. We could talk about how unavailable I was going to be for him. My schedule was packed, and he wasn’t going to distract me from my goal.
One dinner, and then I would hand the campaign over to someone else. Davies wasn’t going to find out, and if he did, I could come up with some stupid excuse.
I grabbed the rest of my stuff and carried it to the car, still breathing like I was having an asthma attack. Half an hour later I was driving home, wondering why my body craved a man who wasn’t even suited for me.
Harry wanted to tease me to the point where I would have to beg him to fuck me. I didn’t trust him, but there was no point denying that I wanted him.
All I could see was those arse cheeks, and him thrusting his hard cock into me. I licked my lips, considering sleeping with him. One night wouldn’t change a thing. I could just get him over and done with.
I had a feeling that he wouldn’t want anything long term.
Once I parked outside the house, I knew that tomorrow night I was going out for dinner with Harry Erskine, the Scottish God who wanted to ravage me badly.