Page 25 of The Stallion
And speak of the devil… as if right on cue—
“Can I start you beautiful ladies off with a drink? Maybe a couple of shots?”
“How about a hot and available man for my bestie right here? Are you serving those too?” Asher cut in, gripping my shoulders from behind as our waiter’s eyes found mine.
I found myself speechless as I stared up at him—his eyes holding me hostage with their swirl of colors—green, blue, and brown. I could swear I caught a glimmer within them as he slipped his notepad back into his apron. The bright blue ball cap he wore with the letters 'RM' embroidered in metallic gold hid everything except the sly smile that screamed trouble.
Even wearing a hat he looked way too fucking good to be serving drinks from the bar, and all I wanted right now was a shot of him.
As I sucked in a breath, the handsome man straddled my closed legs, getting up close and very personal, my bubble of space no longer existent—but I didn’t fucking care.
“Well, if you don’t mind me sounding too forward. I’m hot and very,veryavailable.” His voice was a purr as he made himself known in my lap, and my heart accelerated, forcing me to press my thighs even tighter together.
And his fucking smell as it wrapped around my head—intoxicating.
I was a moth drawn to a dangerous flame, one that refused to let me go.
Asher cleared her throat, and I immediately snapped out of my daze, registering that my mouth was hanging open and that I still hadn’t spoken a single word.
Whatever this feeling—whoever this man was—I couldn’t…
“She means one of the dancers, not a waiter. No, thank you.” The shade in my tone emerged unexpectedly, yet I found it entirely necessary to release myself from his hold.
Without so much as a flinch, the waiter backed off my lap, his cheeky grin still in place.
“Suit yourself. Enjoy the show, ladies.” He gently took my hand, kissing the back of my palm with a wink before leaving our table and exiting the theater behind us.
“Hey! He didn’t even take our order—that was fucking rude.” Asher crossed her arms, glaring at me as I turned to face her over my shoulder.And I don’t think her words were directed at the waiter…
Keeping to myself, I sank back in my chair, turning to face the large stage in the center of the room just as the lights went out and a female announcer spoke over the PA system.
“As Red Magic begins, please keep your legs out of the active walkways and be mindful of other guests around you. There’s no need to keep your hands to yourself. Our dancers love it when you touch them in all the right places. Watch, touch, it’s ultimately your call—saddle up and enjoy the show.”
Asher must have taken the initiative and gotten us drinks right after I had turned my back. Before I knew it, a cherry vodka Red Bull had been placed beside me on the table, and she had already finished almost half of hers.
The spotlight from the top balcony beamed across the room to the grand staircase, where one of the dancers wearing an over-the-top suit leaned against the back wall, holding a microphone in his hand—the show’s MC, most likely.
“Thank you, Seraphine. I’ll take it from here, love.” He saluted the ceiling before pushing off the wall and leisurely descending the stairs, my eyes following him attentively around the room. “Welcome to Red Magic. My name is Chase Morris, and I’ll be your master of ceremonies for this evening’s show. Now you’re going to see a lot on this stage, from flips and tricks to sweaty half-naked men—maybe even a few bare asses if you’re loud enough. Our dancers work hard all day just to come here and work it all night.”Chase had reached the stage, stepping up and stopping in the center with a sinful smirk. “So if you’re ready for a good time, make some noise for the boys who can’t wait to please each and every one of you.”
The lights went out once again, and I could hear the start of “Sail” by AWOLNATION filling the room over the cheers and screams of every hungry woman around me.
I sat up straight in my chair, eyes widening as a deep blue light illuminated the outer edges of the stage, displaying twelve ridiculously toned men, all on their knees—and yet I was the one begging.
Everything I had thought and felt before the lights went out evaporated into nothing. I was in this moment, the here and now, and I never wanted to leave.Who would’ve thought that a room full of half-naked men would be all it took to make a woman forget?
Grabbing my drink, I took a long sip, admiring every cut and curve of the men dancing on the stage before me. The dim lights accentuating fuckingeverythingas they dragged their hands through their hair and down their bodies, making me wish that they were mine instead.
Girl Therapy,Asher called it.No fucking shit.
I pulled the cherry from my glass and popped it into my mouth, reaching for the stem just as Asher shook my shoulders and pointed to the middle of the stage.
I could barely hear a word she’d said over the music and screaming, as a red spotlight was directed straight down from the ceiling, and a man—a waiter—proudly stood, while the twelve other dancersknelt, facing outward to the audience on all sides with their heads bowed low.
“No—” My jaw dropped, as he removed his ball cap and whipped it across the theater like a frisbee, the cherry in my mouth falling to the floor as I spoke under my breath, staring directly at the man who had been straddling my lap only moments ago. “No, that’s—”
“Well, that’s one way to pop a fucking cherry! Cheers to DallasfuckingRyan!” Asher yelled, and I swiftly turned to face her.
“How do you know who he is?!” I felt frantic, hot, flustered.
