Page 10 of Knight’s Dominion
He slid his hands into his pockets, looking more anxious. “I have a special guest coming tonight. I thought you might entertain him for me?”
“Did you now.” She inwardly groaned. This was obviously important to him, which meant some rich asshole that Vince was desperate to get close to.
"Oden's coming in tonight, and I thought you could make him feel special, show him some of that Gigi Fury magic,” he said.
Oden. Just Oden. Like the fucker thought he was Prince or Madonna or Rihanna.
The powerful demi owned half of Roxburgh. He also had a reputation. Someone not to be crossed. Which meant, he could be useful. “Fine, but you owe me.”
He grinned. “You’re my favorite, you know that, right?”
“There was never any doubt.”
He chuckled. “So you’ll make Oden feel welcome?”
She most certainly would. Schmoozing the wealthy and influential was one of the reasons she continued to work here. There were demi in this war who couldn’t physically fight, but still wanted to help. Despite Oden’s reputation, he might be able to provide useful intel, resources, manpower, maybe even a donation to the cause, if she got him on her side. Males like him loved to talk about themselves, throw their money around.
To most she was just something nice to look at, and that worked in her favor. It was amazing how much you learned about a person—how loose tongues got—when you were grinding on top of them and shaking your tits in their face.
She would do whatever it took to get more demi on their side, and fighting against the demons in this city.
She smiled sweetly. “Of course.”
Vince was the other reason she stayed here. He’d given her and many other demi a home, a job, when they’d had nothing and no one else. He’d believed in her ability to fight, had encouraged her when she’d sought out others like her—demi sick of sitting back doing nothing while the knights failed them. There was no one she trusted more. He’d seen her at her worst, knew all her secrets. Well, all except one. Her stomach twisted.
Vince’s phone buzzed. “Oden’s here early.” His eyes lifted to hers, pleading. “I don't want anyone but you with him."
He also wouldn’t be on board with her recruiting his customers to her cause. She kept that part to herself as well. She rolled her eyes. “Fine. I’ll go now.”
Relief washed over his face, and she followed him from the dressing room.
Laney was on the stage near the end of her performance, her Bo-Peep outfit gone except for her stockings, a pink garter, and tasseled pasties.
Nearly every set of eyes in the room were on her.
Grace scanned the crowd, spotting her friend for the evening.
Oden. His eyes weren’t on the stage. They were on Grace.
He sat in a corner booth, sipping what had to be their top-shelf whisky. His gaze, the darkest of blue, almost black, glittered as she approached. Tingles, unpleasant ones, danced down her spine, an uneasy feeling making her want to turn around and walk the other way.
She had no idea why she was reacting that way, and honestly, it just made her more curious about him. She stopped in front of him, and knew she'd picked the right outfit by the hungry look on his face as he took her in from head to toe.
Her panties matched her beaded, dusky pink corset that cupped her modest breasts, pushing them up and making them look bigger than they were, and hugged her ribs, defining her waist and curving over her hips. The attached garter held up her natural-colored, silk stockings. They had small dusky pink frills that ringed the tops of her thighs and a seam at the back that led down to her spike-heeled, platform stilettos.
She smiled.
He said nothing, just stared at her.
Ice sliced through her belly. “I’m Gigi.”
"Vince’s told me all about you,” he said, his oddly perfect features not moving, showing no emotion at all. “You’re exquisite."
"Thank you, Mr. Oden."
He held out a hand and she took it. He gently tugged her closer, until she had no choice but to climb onto his lap.
His hands went to her hips and his nearly black eyes glittered. "Yes. So very beautiful."
