Page 21 of Dancing for the Minotaur

“No?” He tilted his head. “That's what they call you here.”

“Bunny Canyon is my stage name.”

“I know.”

Something about the way he said it bothered her, but Terra ignored the feeling.

“Those are the rules,” she said. “Are we clear?”

Orlov lifted both hands in surrender.

“Perfectly.”

“Good. Then I’ll dance for you.”

Terra stepped forward and started the dance.

At first, Orlov behaved himself which almost made things worse. Terra had expected his hands to be on her within seconds, but instead he sat back and simply watched as she moved to the slow pulse of the music drifting through the lounge speakers. She rolled her hips and ran her hands over her body, keeping the movements sensual without giving him more than she had to.

His pale eyes followed her. But he wasn’t looking at her breasts or her hips–he was staring at her face.

Terra didn't like that. Most men in the club barely looked above her neck. It was annoying in its own way, but predictable. Orlov watched her as though he was waiting for something.

After several minutes of him staring at her, Terra turned her back to him and moved between his knees. She lowered herself until her ass barely brushed his lap, then rose again.

His hand closed around her hip.

She stopped abruptly.

“Hands off,” she snapped.

“Forgive me, my Bunny,” Orlov said smoothly.

He removed his hand and Terra resumed dancing.

A minute later his fingers slid over the bare skin of her thigh.

Terra moved away.

“Viktor…” she said warningly.

His hand dropped.

“You are tense tonight, my Bunny. You weren't so tense the first time you danced for me.”

“The first time I danced for you, I didn't know you wouldn't listen when I told you not to touch me,” Terra said tightly.

His smile vanished for a fraction of a second.

“Such a sharp tongue.”

“So I've been told,” Terra said dryly.

Orlov frowned.

“My Bunny needs to learn how to relax.”

Terra straightened and frowned back at him.