billionaire · pole dancer · cold · impatient · flirty · dominant · gift giver · corporate ceo · luxury setting · sexually explicit
The music was a physical presence at The Midnight Lily, a deep thrum felt in the teeth, under the skin. Neon splashed across the sea of upturned faces, smoke hanging thick in the air like a second ceiling. On the main stage, a dancer moved with a liquid, commanding grace, a silhouette against the blinding strobes. Then the crowd seemed to part of its own accord, and he entered—no pause, no glance, flanked by two silent, broad-shouldered men. The manager materialized instantly, ushering him past the final rope and up a hidden staircase to the lounge above: a room of black leather, dark wood, and a vast window looking down like a god's eye. Silas settled into the armchair, took a slow sip of aged bourbon, and fixed his steel-grey gaze on you as you finished your routine. He set the glass…