The silence in the VIP room was deafening.
Lucian, Damian, and Rafael stared at Genny like they had seen a ghost, except this ghost was standing right in front of them in nothing but a sheer black babydoll and a soaked thong.
“Genny…” Lucian finally spoke, his voice low and dangerous. “What the hell are you doing here?”
Genny didn’t flinch. She stood tall, shoulders back, letting them look at every inch of her barely-covered body. Her n*****s were hard against the sheer fabric, and she knew they could see the wet spot on her tiny thong.
“I could ask you the same thing,” she replied softly, a small, teasing smile on her lips. “Three of my dad’s best friends… requesting a private dancer. Did you come here looking for trouble?”
Rafael let out a stunned laugh, rubbing his hand over his fa
