Seducing His Grandfather's Trophy Wife

Chapter 4

Grégoire watched as Dallie hesitated for a moment or two. She then lifted and dropped her slender shoulders carelessly.

“You heard my employer, sir. It’s Dallie,” she said, evading his eyes. Instead, she went up on the round platform and posed to start her dance, holding the pole with one hand, while the other held the small remote control.

Something about her in the way she was holding the pole that made Grégoire grind his teeth. He began to feel his manhood go rigid.

“How old are you?” he asked, giving her a measured look.

“Old enough,” she answered with a slight gesture of her hand.

An erotic song started and was heard coming out of the soundbox inside the VVIP room after she pushed the button. She tossed the remote control over to the empty sofa, where Theo had been seated earlier.

Grégoire’s eyes followed the young woman’s every move, even the slightest bit. She started to raise her leg about thirty-five degrees, before hooking it to the pole, and spinning around. She smoothly maneuvered herself, as she climbed the pole sexily, eyes bumping with his now and then. Her body twirled around the pole, hooking her leg and displaying her good amount of cleavage in his direction.

Grégoire swallowed while her body glided along the pole erotically. Dolly did not lie. This young woman was a pro. He wondered if she had done pole dancing for a while now. He could see very well that she was talented and that she loved what she was doing. The tricks she did were alluring and arousing.

He continued to observe how those feminine fingers wrapped around the pole gracefully. He had nothing else to wish for right now but to be held by those fingers. He wondered how they would feel around his huge c*ck.

‘Must be so good,’ he thought. His arousal intensified, and he could feel his pants getting tighter and tighter.

Her body was like liquid, moving along with the music in perfect sync. His hands itched to touch her. Before he could even think about what to do next, he was already standing close to the platform. He reached out to grab her. He heard her gasp, and he carried her in his arms toward the sofa that he had just vacated.

“W-what are you doing?” she demanded in a hiss, her eyes fiery.

He thought it was quite cute, though.

“You’re not supposed to touch me!” She tried to scramble to her feet. However, he was fast to stop her.

“Sit down,” he ordered in a quiet but dangerous tone, making her still. “Let’s talk. Sorry about touching you, but I can’t just watch without knowing some things about you, magnifique. I have to be sure you’re not underage.”

Grégoire took a glass and poured champagne into it. He handed it to her to test her; however, she shook her head.

“If you’re not underage, then why don’t you drink?” he asked. “It’s just champagne.” He drank a mouthful of it while regarding her when she did not utter a word. He waited patiently. Their eyes held for some more moments.

She inhaled and said, “I’m twenty, okay? So, you don’t have to worry about the age part. I’m an adult!” She raised her chin, looking at him straight in the eye. “But I don’t drink. At least, not while I work.”

He thought it was fair enough, and it amused him. Imagining her drunk dancing in front of him must not be ideal. But who knew? It could be sexy as hell, too.

He snorted, starting to see her real personality. He liked it. “A young adult who doesn’t drink at work, I see,” he spoke lazily and had a sip from the champagne glass. The cool amber liquid was sweet, which had a hint of almond and cherry flavors.

She continued to glare at him.

“What? Are you worried I won’t pay you for your service tonight?”

“Will you really?” she shot back.

He placed the almost empty glass on the glass table in front of him. Then, he took his wallet and took all his local cash, placing it on the table.

She eyed the thick bills on the table, before settling her brown eyes on his face with confusion.

“That’s all yours. Now, I want to know why you’re in this kind of place,” he interrogated gently.

“I’d rather keep it private… sir. It’s personal,” she replied.

It was not the reply he anticipated. Other women would have perhaps made up a sob story, so he would take pity on them and give them some more money. But she was different. She wanted to keep her privacy and stay honest, so far.

The corners of Grégoire’s lips lifted upward. “You intrigue me, magnifique,” he drawled. His eyes roved up and down her ripe body.

“Stay that way, sir. I’ll just do my job,” she retorted gently and stood up to continue her cut-off routine on the platform.

He rose from the seat and followed her with only a couple of long strides. He caught her by the hand and turned her around. At the same time, his other arm was wrapped around her small waist. She gasped when her soft body touched his hard one. His hardness was pressed against her stomach. She immediately looked up at his face, as though magnetized. Her breasts rose and dropped as she breathed hard. He could smell her floral and fruity scent that was driving him nuts.

“I want you to be with me tonight. How about we leave this place?” he suggested. His own breathing became haggard. He was so aware of his arousal that he wanted to be freed right at that moment.

“I really want to ki—” she started.

“Kiss me?” He grinned, teasing her.

“No, kick you!” She tried to struggle, but he was stronger than her. It was futile for her.

Their breaths mingled with her useless struggle. Never had he wanted a woman this strong before. Although he was not into forcing someone, he figured he needed to seduce this fiery exotic pole dancer.

“I’ll give you my black card. You can do anything with it, magnifique,” he whispered in her ear.

Her alluring scent was more pronounced as his nose got closer to her skin. He could feel her ragged breath.

“I’m not what you think I am. I’m not a w***e. I’m just an entertainer. So, if you don’t want me to scream, you’d better let go of me, sir! And I mean, now!” She said it in a polite but hard tone.

Grégoire could not believe his ears. Never had he met such a woman, to whom he offered his black credit card but had gotten declined. Not that he offered it to anyone but only her. She was the first.

He chuckled and regarded her beautiful face carefully. His eyes stopped at those luscious lips. At least, he wanted to taste those lips. For now.

He bent his head slowly, and he felt her stiffening in his arms.