Let Me Tease You: Steamy Older Man Younger Woman Romance (Let Me Love You Book 5)(4)

Ah, husband. Good.

The place was called Cabaret South Beach, and it was different from anywhere I’d ever been. It seemed to be part fancy restaurant and part upscale strip club, not a combination I was used to seeing. And it was definitely a lot different from the normal strip clubs my clients usually dragged me into.

The women were classy and sensual, and as corny as it might be, I found myself watching their actual performances just as much as the tits and ass. Well, almost as much. The tits and ass were pretty fucking outstanding, too.

Especially the ones on the brunette who kept catching my eye.

“Pretty, isn’t she?” Rita whispered in my ear. Or was it Roberta? Regina? I couldn’t remember. And since she was married and we definitely weren’t on a blind date, it didn’t matter too much.

I could only nod in response. Pretty didn’t even begin to describe the woman we were both ogling. The woman who had maybe, just maybe been looking back at me a time or two.

“She’s my yoga instructor,” Rita-or-Roberta-or-Regina said. “This is the first time I’ve ever seen her burlesque show, though.”

Oh, so that’s why the beautiful lady had been looking my way. Because of course she wasn’t looking at me. She’d actually been looking at the woman next to me.

“Ah,” I said, noncommittal even though my short-lived fantasy had already crumbled.

“You haven’t taken your eyes off her all night,” she said, a hint of playfulness in her voice.

Was she teasing me now? Could she tell how disappointed I was?

“Would you like to meet her?”

Wait, what?

Rita-or-whomever had my full and undivided attention, even though I wasn’t sure I’d heard her right.

“I’m sorry? Did you say —”

“Yeah, let’s go,” she said, already rising from her chair. “I told her I’d be here tonight, and she said to make sure I stopped in backstage and said hi. If you want to meet her, now is your chance.”

“But I never said I wanted to meet her.”

I was suddenly feeling very nervous. My palms were sweating, my heart was racing, and my throat was closing. Talking to the beautiful dancer had been a great idea a few minutes ago — back when it had been an impossible fantasy. Now, though? The thought was nearly enough to make me hyperventilate.

Shit. How was I going to get out of this?

“Come on.” Rita-or-whatever grabbed my hand. “Don’t tell me you’re shy. It’s your birthday.”

I wanted to tell her that the fact it was my birthday had nothing to do with the fact that I was indeed very shy, but the words died in my throat as she led me through the maze of tables to get to the side door off the stage.

Jesus, was this really happening?

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

The internal chanting didn’t help, and I found myself decidedly not breathing as we approached the overly-muscled security guard outside the backstage door. Rita-or-maybe-Wonder-Woman didn’t seem to be deterred at all, though.

“We’re here to see Bianca. She’s expecting us.”

Bianca. So that was the beautiful woman’s beautiful name. I was so distracted letting that name roll around in my mind that I barely noticed when the security guard waved us past. It wasn’t until we were standing at another door, marked “Dancers,” that I felt the nerves and anxiety come rushing back.

“Easy, don’t crush my hand,” Maybe-Rita said, shooting me a pained look as she knocked on the door.

“Sorry.” I yanked my hand away from hers as if it had been on fire. “Are you okay? I was just—”

Whatever I’d been about to say, whatever I’d been feeling or thinking, it had completely evaporated when the door opened.

She was even more beautiful up close, if that was even possible. And the smile that lit up her face when she saw us standing there made me smile in return, even though I was pretty sure I might vomit uncontrollably from my nerves at any moment.

“Rona, you made it!”

Rona? God, I wasn’t even close…

“And I brought a friend,” Rita-aka-Rona said. “This is Miguel, and it’s his fortieth birthday. Miguel, this is my friend, Bianca.”

Damn, just put my old ass age on blast, would you Rona?

Bianca made eye contact with me as I shook her hand. Her skin was unbelievably soft and warm, and I swear her smile got bigger.

“It’s very nice to meet you, Miguel. I hope your birthday wishes have come true.”

I could feel my face flush as I stumbled over a response. “It’s, um, really great to meet you, too.” I swallowed hard and reluctantly pulled back my hand as she ushered us inside the large room.

There were a few other girls in the back, huddled around makeup stations and brightly lit mirrors, but I barely noticed them. I barely noticed anything except Bianca as she sat down and started talking.

I honestly wasn’t even sure what we were talking about, but I just stayed focused on her big brown eyes and her beautiful smile that was accentuated by her generous and brightly painted lips. She had a way of looking at me that made me feel like I was the only one that was in the room, the only one that mattered.

It was intoxicating, and I almost cried out when the beefy security guard stuck his head in and said, “Five minutes, Bianca.”