Her movements captivated Tristan Zax. She held him in thrall as she had always done. Each tilt of her hips, each sway of her shoulders, so in tune with the music, as if she were one with it. No woman had ever affected him they way she did. A growl rumbled low in this throat and his body tightened without thought or heed to his wishes. As much as he'd like to deny it, Sa Rah Ta Rem called to the beast in him. She made him want to rip the calm facade he presented into shreds, throw his head back and roar his need to the world. Then he would take her away, away from this place, away from everything but the two of them.
She wore her long, black tresses loose. Hanging down, just to the rise of her behind, it brushed across her back in shining raven waves as she moved. Tristan wanted to wrap his hands around her silky hair and pull her head back so that he could feast on her full, lush, red lips. He craved to see her sapphire blue eyes flare with desire as he rained kisses all over her smooth, golden skin. First along her high cheekbones, then down to the stubborn jut of her chin, and lower to the creamy expanse of her neck. He wanted to feel her tall, firm body shudder with unbridled desire. For him. Only for him.
She stiffened and stopped dancing, suddenly, as if sensing his turbulent emotions. She searched the dimly lit room until her gaze rested where he stood at the back of the club. Her eyes narrowed and her nostrils flared, as if she could actually sense him there. Although he knew that wasn't possible, he stepped farther back into the shadows. The lights were dim, and the room hazy from smoke. It was overflowing with men lusting after Sa Rah, looking for a chance to be alone with her.
Fury engulfed him at the thought of another touching her. She was his. She belonged to him. And had been from the first time they met. Tristan struggled to calm himself as she peered across the room at him. He shielded his thoughts completely, offering nothing more than casual interest. Sa Rah shuddered and shook her head, as if waking from a daze. She looked around her in confusion. The music slowly faded away to silence.
"Why'd you stop dancing, Honey? We love you! We want more!"
The man's booming voice caught her attention and broke the spell she seemed under. She glanced down at him. Her eyes narrowed lazily. One corner of her mouth tilted up and her full lips spread into a sexy grin that caused Tristan's body to harden. Keeping her eyes on the man, she swept her long raven hair over her shoulder with one hand, then placed her other hand on her hip.
"You want more? Are you sure you can handle it?" Sa Rah practically purred.
Her throaty voice was like hot velvet burning over Tristan's senses. His hardness pressed painfully against the snug jeans he wore. He dismissed the pain. Knew there was nothing he could do about it. He had accepted that fact long ago.
Sa Rah raised her eyes away from the now speechless man. She scanned the crowd arrogantly. Her chin lifted in challenge.
"Who's ready for more?"
As she spoke she flicked her hips out towards the crowd. Just once. Only one small movement. It was almost negligible, if someone weren't paying attention. He was. It hit Tristan like a punch to the stomach. He clenched his fists to his sides as he struggled for control. Every man in the room, including him, knew on a primal level what her movement meant. It provoked a response that was not about to be denied.
The room erupted in chaos when the male audience surged forward. Bouncers suddenly appeared out of nowhere, as if they knew this moment would happen, expected it to happen. They formed a line in front of the stage, holding the men back. Two bouncers jumped up and helped Sa Rah get back stage. She grinned wickedly over her shoulder as they led her away, as if glorying in the havoc she had created. Tristan's gaze remained glued on the seductive sway of her hips until she was out of his sight.
A sense of loss and loneliness hit him the minute she disappeared.
"See what I mean?"
Tristan had forgotten about the club manager standing next to him. Everything but Sa Rah had faded away for those few moments. He reluctantly tore his gaze from the stage. The man continued talking without waiting for an answer.
"We haven't had crowds like this in years. And they keep coming back. Each time with another friend. We've gotten to the point where we have to turn people away. And they don't like that. Combine that with the fact that she drives most of these guys crazy with lust and you can see why we're hiring more bouncers, Mr. Zax."
Tristan nodded his head.
"So do you want the job? We pay the going rate, plus bonus, if you can keep things from getting broken or keep patrons from getting into a fight."
"Yeah, I'll take it. But tell me one more thing. How can this woman draw this kind of crowd if she doesn't even take her clothes off?"
The man shrugged, as if his question was unimportant.
"You saw her dance. She doesn't need to take her clothes off. Tonight her performance was shorter then usual. I'm not sure why. Usually she undresses down to this shimmering body suit that outlines her body real nice, if you know what I mean. Guys see that and they just want to f-"
"I understand," he interrupted curtly.
Tristan knew exactly what the man meant. And he didn't like it. He wanted to connect his fist with the manager's face just to show him how much he disliked it, but held himself back, barely.
"When do I start?" Tristan bit out harshly.
"Tomorrow night. She does two shows a night now, and I'll need you here for both."
"I'll be here."
And he would be there. Night after night, until he had accomplished his mission. He hadn't traveled 1000 years into the past to fail. Soon, the waiting would be over. Soon Sa Rah would finally be his.
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