Chapter 3 WOULD YOU LIKE A LAP DANCE

"Make me a drink and make one for yourself as well," Zeke said, pointing at the inbuilt bar at the edge of the room.

"Thank you but I don't drink while I'm working."

Zeke shrugged. "Then make one for me."

Now she was an errand girl? She hated this. She hated the fact that he was using her. She had had enough for tonight. She wanted to leave his sorry ass and exit the room. Her headache was getting worse, why does he have to be such a jerk?

And yet, without protesting, she wandered over to the bar and fixed whiskey on the rocks for him. He directed her how he liked his whiskey made and she did it perfectly.

She had once served at KISSES as a barmaid so mixing drinks wasn't anything new to her. When she handed him his drink, he took a sip and praised her.

"This is good," he dropped the glass aside. "Just the way I like it."

Summer bite her lips hard. More than anything, she wanted to sock him in the the face for wasting her valuable time. If he only wanted to talk, she would've been glad to keep him company without sleeping with him. But he wanted her to do everything for him, like lighting his cigarette, fixing his drinks and leading him around the room.

That wasn't what she signed for? She wasn't a maid but he was forcefully turning her into one.

"Would you like a lap dance?" Summer asked, hoping to switch over to business immediately.

"Before that," he countered. "Describe yourself to me. I can't see you. I wanna know what you look like."

Summer blew her cheeks. Seriously? Was he being serious right now?

"I'm a redhead?"

"I dig for redheads. Go on."

"I'm a little above average in height but in heels, I can be impressively tall."

Zeke listened attentively without interruption until she had given him a clear description of herself to him. His mind woke up with her description which made him pictured her perfectly.

"I like you already." He crushed his cigarette on the ashtray nearby and finished his drink. "I have a feeling we're both going to have a fantabulous night together."

To Summer's surprise, he rose to his feet and reached out his hands to her.

"I'm under your care, Summer. Do what you know best to."

Summer breathe a sigh of relief. Finally, time to get to work.

She moved toward him and held his arm. As she took it, he drew her closer and wrapped his arms around her waist.

Summer stiffened. The way he held her was firm and soothing as if he was afraid she might leave. They were so close their nose were almost touching.

Then Zeke spoke. "I've never done this before."

Summer's face went pink. "You wouldn't be joking about that, would you?"

He shook his head, his face expressionless. "No I'm not."

"That's funny," she said breathlessly staring at his red lips. "I can't believe a man of your caliber would have a first being entertained by a stripper."

"There's a first time for everything," he caressed her hair with his free hand and sniffed her neck. "Which was why I paid your boss heavily tonight."

Summer swallowed as he ran his fingers down her neck, feeling her skin and flesh as if he were drawing beautiful pattern lines on it.

"You've got really soft, flawless skin, Summer," he breathed.

"How do you know that?" She asked, catching her breath as he held her closer to his body.

"I want to feel every part of you," he purred, running his hands wildly over her body. "Hmm... You're better than I expected."

Summer was quiet. She wanted to react, wanted to slap his hands away and educate him how she must be incharge of the night and not him taking dominance over her.

Summer was always the one in control of the situation with all her clients. She never allowed any single one of them take the lead. She was always the one with the whip. The one with the dominant power. She resented a man controlling her. She hated letting the men make the rules. When it comes to the affairs of the bedroom, Summer makes her own rules.

But not in the case with this man.

She wasn't the dominant one now. She was the one being led. She had no power over him. It was his time, his bedroom and his rules and she must abide by it. Why was she letting him have all these liberty? Was it because she was scared of him?

No! Although, she was wary of Zeke, she wasn't scared of him. He couldn't possibly hurt her. He seemed a kind and gentle guy who could hardly hurt a fly. Maybe it's because she felt something new and thrilling about him. He was blind, and drop dead hot and very wealthy.

Zeke's hand cupped her firm round buttocks and squeezed it a little, then he ran his hands to her smooth slender thighs up to her flat tummy and back to her face.

She glanced down and saw his erection making a fine big impression against his towel. She was in awe at how bigger he was down there that she immediately looked away. For a blind man, he was well endowed.

Zeke nodded his approval.

"Seems I'm getting value for my money," he said, caressing her cheeks. He held her chin and rose her face to meet his. "Let's see if you'll be worth it."

All these while, Summer's heart was pounding so much she was certain he could hear it loud and clear. The way he touched her sent every nerve in her body on fire. She had never felt such sensation in her life by any man.

Composing herself, she wriggled out of his grip and took two steps back from him. She had to stay focused on her job. She wasn't going to get carried away. Why wasn't she in control anymore? He's slowly taking over her like a poison.

Taking a deep breath, she glanced up at him, a determined look on her face. "Are you ready?"

His dark-lenses glittered. "As I'll ever be. Impress me."

Summer cracked her knuckles. "Oh, you bet I will."