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to tear those fucking tights wide open and taste what was between her legs. I needed to get her to the London room.

Chapter Three
    “Welcome to the London room,” I said.
    The door swung open and I walked in like it was my apartment after a long day. I took off my leather jacket and let it fall on the burgundy sofa. I headed to the bar, next to the massive wood framed window that stretched floor to ceiling. The large door closed behind us, sealing us in. The music coming from hidden speakers was different then the music outside and it created a strange effect, like we were in a whole new world with brand new rules. I was focused on a humidor that contained fine cigars that were priceless to those who cared for them and walked by the table of extravagantly arranged food with little notice. The cigars were the main reason I took to the London room whenever I was at the club.
    Leah was behind me, checking out the food, the spread looking like something out of a Game of Thrones novel. I cut the end of the cigar and it gave off a familiar smell. The cut end was in my lips and I brought a lit match to the dark cigar and began the process, throwing smoke out of my mouth and sucking in to make sure it was good and lit. The last drag was perfect, my mouth full of thick smoke and my teeth and gums numb and buzzing—so fucking good. I turned around and threw what’s left of the Jameson down my throat. I smiled at Leah and tried not to look threatening. The last thing I wanted was to scare her. The truth was, I wanted strip her naked and force her to her knees and force my hard cock down her fucking throat. There was nothing sweet about me but I could pretend.
    “Try the strawberries,” I said with an easy smile and tried to keep my primitive mind in check.
    It wasn’t possible to try all the food they laid out for you in the London room; it was excessive. I didn’t mind though because I knew nothing was going to waste. I would pay for everything regardless and it would be enjoyed by the staff when were gone. Thankfully, I could afford it.
    Leah reached over the table to take a strawberry and at the deepest point of her reach she was on the tips of her toes and her bum was perched up. The wavering curves from her ass up to her shoulder to the tip of her finger was angelic and smooth. She retrieved a strawberry and smoothly came back to a comfortable stance. She was about to take a bite but stopped and looked at me rather suspiciously. I could sense she was reeling herself in again; I’m sure I seemed a bit much leering at her like I probably was and smoking my cigar. I filled my mouth one last time with smoke, arched my head back and blew it out toward the ceiling. I wanted her more, but that cigar was good and hard to put down. I put the burning stogie in a spotless metal ashtray and walked toward her, feeling intense but in control.
    I could tell she was nervous, I could tell I was intimidating her, but I also knew she wasn’t going anywhere. She held the strawberry to her lips reluctant to eat it, as if biting into it would cast a spell. She waved the strawberry around and gave me questioning smile, her eyes narrowed.
    “How many girls have you brought here, Jack?”
    I walked toward her confidently. She took a step back, still holding the strawberry to her lips. I reached past her and grabbed the bottle of Champagne that was in a bucket of ice behind her.
    “Leah.” I began to pour one glass. “I think it is fair to say we ran into each other quite naturally this evening.” I poured the second glass. “I’m happy you’re here with me but let me assure you there is no diabolic plan. Everything here is safe to eat and drink. Trust me.”
    The music was dark and smooth, changing the atmosphere slightly and made me realize how close we were to each other. The corner of Leah’s mouth turned into a smile and she finally took a bite of the strawberry. I took a slow breath in from my nose and watched her before exhaling.