Chapter 7Rob
Rob sat at the wheel of his Aston Martin Vanquish, adjusted his still-stiff package and smelled his fingers. That had been a hot woman. Sweet Alex, so intense, so submissive. What was a professional tango dancer doing in a club like this? Club Passion mostly attracted people from the Caribbean. He liked the colors, and the accents and the passion. It was like being a tourist without leaving New York.
He'd hoped to see some Argentineans tonight. They were usually very good at hiding and not calling attention to themselves in normal settings, but he'd never dreamed of finding a real rose of Buenos Aires, dancing the tango as only they could.
After smelling his fingers once again, he turned on the ignition to head home. The engine purred and he chuckled.
“Don't be jealous. Yo
