Just One Dance

6. Will One Dance Be Enough?

After Tony had agreed to talk to Scarlett on Jacob's behalf, Jacob was elated. He didn't understand why he would want Scarlett to dance for him after he had only seen her once, but he felt a pull toward her.

Scarlett's red hair and her mischievous smile while dancing on the pole, had captivated him. She knew what she was doing to the men in the crowd, and him, if he was being honest. Jacob immediately knew that he wanted her to dance for him, to get rid of some of the stress Katrina was killing him with. He thought that if she just gave him one dance, it could help him to feel stress free.

What he didn't expect, was for him to agree with Tony's idea of giving Katrina a ring to keep her calm. When he gave the ring to Katrina, in no special way, though it wasn't an ideal proposal, she was elated.

She had finally gotten what she had wanted all along; to be Jacob's wife. And just like Jacob had thought, it made Katrina think that they would eventually get married. He couldn't bother correcting her, as that would have taken more of his time and energy, and he wasn't up to that. He had another mission in mind.

He didn't know how Tony had gotten Scarlett to agree, but he damn well didn't care. One night to take the stress away. One dance to take the stress away. After that, he would leave Scarlett alone and go back to his life. His boring life, where nothing exciting happens. He wasn't miserable, but he wasn't happy either.

The biggest challenge Jacob had at the moment, was to find a way to get out of the house without Katrina noticing. Or, if she did notice, he wanted to provide her with an excuse that would keep her from asking too much. Lately, she had been breathing down his neck, which was why he needed some time to himself.

Jacob was dressed in a casual button-up shirt, a pair of jeans, and his boots. He wanted to be comfortable when Scarlett was dancing all over him and he didn't think he would feel comfortable being in a suit.

"Where are you going?" Katrina asked from behind Jacob. She was standing by the door with her arms folded.

"I'm going out for drinks."

"Are you coming back soon?" She asked.

"I'm not sure." Jacob replied. Maybe if he answered and told her the truth, or a part of it at least, she would be calm and let him do what he wanted.

"Can I come?" Katrina asked.

"Honestly, I don't want you to." Jacob told her what he really felt.

"OK. Maybe next time." Katrina said as she spun and walked away.

'That was easy.' Jacob thought. 'Thank God, because I couldn't handle the nagging right now. I need to get out of here ASAP.'

Jacob left the house very quickly. He could not afford a change of heart or mind from Katrina. He got in the vehicle and easily maneuvered it to the club.

He couldn't get the way Scarlett moved out of his mind, no matter what he tried. Burying himself in work seemed normal for him, so what else was there to be done except for her to give him a dance?

He almost called Katrina Scarlett's name while he was deep inside her the night before. But, the question that kept Jacob's mind preoccupied was, would one dance be enough? Jacob shook his head trying to convince himself that it would be, even though a tiny voice in the back of his head told him it wouldn't.

His intent was not to sleep with Scarlett, but it would be an added bonus if that happened. Besides, it wouldn't be too hard to get inside her pants if he really wanted to, right? In his eyes, Scarlett was a wh*re after all.

Jacob stepped inside, passing through the security checkpoints with ease. They knew who he was and that he was important to their boss, Antonio. Antonio made the club a safe space for every one of his clients.

His clients' peace of mind was his main priority, so he created a place where they felt comfortable enough to spend money at their heart's content. That was a plus for Tony.

Jacob saw Tony speaking to the bartender. He walked right up to him and grabbed his attention by tapping Tony's shoulder. Tony turned around and gave him a manly hug when he saw that it was his best friend.

"It's good to see you, man." Tony said as they walked away and entered his office.

"It's good to be here." Jacob said, as they both took a seat on the couch.

"Oh please. You're only here for one reason and we know what that is. Or who, I should say." Tony taunted Jacob, wearing a knowing grin on his face, who smiled in response.

"Maybe I am." Jacob said in truth.

He couldn't wait to see Scarlett up close and have his hands on her as she dances on him. Jacob shifted in his seat to hide the fact that he was getting a hard*n just by thinking about Scarlett's body. It was like Tony saw his impatience, because he uttered the words Jacob wanted to hear the most.

"Let's not keep you waiting any longer. I'll be right back." Tony left the room and Jacob saw this as an opportunity to pour himself some of his best friend's hard liquor.

Tony always had the good stuff. Jacob poured himself a double shot and, in one swift movement, tipped the glass, feeling the burning sensation against the back of his throat. It felt exotic. He poured another double shot, but this time, he took only a sip, then walked back to the couch.

He sat down facing the door. He kept his eyes glued on it in case Tony came back. Jacob knew that he was too impatient but he couldn't help it. Would he really f*ck her if the chance arose? After deliberating with himself that he was crazy and too eager to see Scarlett, the door finally opened.

"Come." Tony beckoned him forward and Jacob couldn't rush to his feet any faster.

Tony wanted to laugh at his friend's behaviour, but decided to give him a lecture while they walked to their destination instead.

"Scarlett is very dear to me and I don't want you to hurt her in any way. She's my best dancer and a very good friend. As a matter of fact, she is like a little sister to me." Jacob could see that Tony was very fond of Scarlett. She must be very special to him if he thought about her the way that he did. He genuinely smiled as he spoke of her.

"OK, OK. I get it. She's special to you." Jacob held up his hands in surrender.

"I'm serious man. Don't. F*ck. Her." Tony pointed his finger at Jacob while he narrowed his eyes, emphasizing every word. He saw the tiny glint in Jacob's eyes when he mentioned the word 'f**k'. He immediately knew what Jacob was thinking, so he added, "And no thinking about it either."

They stopped in front of a door and, since Tony felt like he had lectured his best friend enough, he opened the door and ushered him in.

"Enjoy." Tony said while closing the door.

Tony could have sworn that he heard Jacob mutter 'oh, I plan to', but there was nothing he could say or do since he heard the lock being clicked in place. He walked away shaking his head, hoping that he didn't set Scarlett up for disaster.

Meanwhile, Jacob roamed his eyes around the empty room. He noticed there was a bottle on ice for him. Hennessy. That would come in handy later on since he was going to be there for a while. He was pleased to see that Scarlett hadn't arrived yet. He drank the remaining liquor from his glass and poured some of the chilled hennessy.

Jacob sat the same way he did in Tony's office. Facing a small stage with a pole in the middle. What he didn't expect was for the red-head to catch him off-guard by approaching the right side of him. Though he was caught by surprise, Jacob didn't so much as flinch.

"Damn it!' Jacob cursed in his mind.

How the hell was he supposed to keep his hands off Scarlett with what she had on? And by keeping his hands off her, he meant pinning her down to the floor and f*cking the living daylight out of her until she screamed his name, having it etched into her memory from saying it so much. She was a dose of sin walking in those heels.

'Where the hell did she come from?' Jacob thought.

Jacob watched, hypnotised by Scarlett, as she walked to the pole. As if on cue, the music started and Scarlett gave him the show he paid for.

If anyone asked Jacob how much time had past, he couldn't give an answer because he didn't know for how long he was watching Scarlett. His eyes never left Scarlett since she entered the room.

As she walked to him, Jacob straightened himself in his seat. He was not nervous, but was anxiously awaiting to have his hands on her body. As soon as Scarlett was in his reach, he pulled her down on his lap to straddle him.

Scarlett gasped because of what lay between her legs, or in this case stood. Jacob could feel his hard c*ck pressing on her warmth and he loved the feeling, but wanted to appear unaffected. He could see that she had a bit of trouble . She held back a moan by biting her lips.

She slowly and sexily stood, regaining her composure and turned around so that her back was facing Jacob. She bent over, giving Jacob a view of not only her naked backside, but the damp spot that was at her entrance, showing through her flimsy underwear.

Jacob didn't know what took over him, but the next thing he knew, he was standing behind Scarlett, pressing the thickness of his c*ck against her. Scarlett gasped, but he noticed she didn't move away. This gave him encouragement. The realisation came to Jacob that he was going to f*ck Scarlett if she let him and nothing or no one was going to stop him.

'f**k!'