At the end of the night show, I took Emil aside, daring to put a hand on his shoulder.
“I want to see the old town of Prague,” I said. “But I hear crazy things about taxis cheating you, so I want to go with someone who knows Europe. Will you accompany me please?”
His face quirked in a glimmer of amusement. “Perhaps you should take my cousin instead. He speaks Czech. I don’t.”
I stared at him. “But I want to go with you.”
He nodded, and we went to his trailer for him to change out of his costume and into street clothes. I walked half a step behind him to watch his ass as his weight shifted from left to right. It was an effort not to yank off his bodysuit and bend him over on the midway.
I shouldn’t have been watching his walk. As we climbed into the taxi, there was a lust-filled ache i
