Holy fuck, it worked!
The gorgeous girl behind the front desk had scanned his doctored ID and had sent him in with a smile. And now he was riding the elevator up to the third floor, his heart threatening to pound out of his chest.
Cin glanced in the mirrored wall of the elevator, adjusting his mask and smoothing his hair. He had to admit, he looked pretty damn good: the red satin pants that fit like they were painted on matched the glittering red of his Venetian mask. The contrast made his blue eyes practically glow. Like many of the clubgoers, he had decided to go shirtless that evening, and some carefully applied red glitter drew the eye to just the right places. He hoped it wasn't too much for the upper floor, though.
And then the elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, and Cinder felt, if anything, overdressed.
If the lower dance floor had been wild, Lust was positively Bacchanalian. Everywhere Cin looked was something to tempt the eye. Cocktail servers in gold body paint were winding their way through the crowd, serving champagne and offering body shots. An aerialist hung suspended from her silks above the main dance floor, using the long fabric strips to twist herself into interesting poses. The crowd was a mix of beautiful people in various stages of undress, and Cin recognized a few celebrities and sports stars even with their masks. A woman on the dance floor had her legs wrapped around her partner’s waist, and he was holding her up with his hands brazenly resting on her pert ass. She was bouncing up and down in time with the music, and Cinder felt his face grow hot as the realization dawned on him: yup, they’re totally fucking. And they weren't the only ones.
Keeping close to the wall, he headed for the bar, which held strategically placed stripper poles. A pair of gorgeous go-go boys were writhing for the appreciative crowd, and Cin suddenly found his tight pants were a whole lot tighter.
Cin was just beginning to mentally compose his story when he felt a hand close on his shoulder. He looked, up, startled, into a pair of deep green eyes framed by a simple black mask.
The man was literally tall, dark, and handsome. In fact, he was downright delectable. And then he smiled, and Cinder’s heart skipped a beat. “May I have a dance?”
Can a deceitful start turn into a happily ever after? Find out in Cinder, available at the following e-book stores: