A thin girl strutted across the edge of the main playroom. Her navy-blue pasties glittered as she moved. Her breasts weren’t large, but enough to hold on to during sex. The thong left little to the imagination. She’d pulled her blonde hair up in a ponytail with a blue ribbon. The look screamed wholesome, yet sexy as fuck. His mouth watered. He must’ve missed her when he’d appraised the room. Something about her called to him. He opened his mouth to request her, but realized he wasn’t alone. “Dante, blow.”

“Excuse me?” Dante crooked his eyebrow. “You’re dismissing me?”

“Yes.” He glared at his brother. “Check the stocks of whiskey and champagne behind the bar. See if we’re low.”

“No.” Dante folded his arms. “I saw who you were staring at. She’s young.”

“Go away.” He wasn’t good at being nice to his brother, not when Dante didn’t cooperate. He snapped his fingers. Lloyd, the bartender for the private boxes, arrived a moment later.

“Sir?” Lloyd brought in a tray with a fresh glass of whiskey.

“Take Dante back to the bar for a check of the stocks.” He accepted the drink and resumed staring at the skinny blonde. She did appear young, but she wouldn’t be working at the Indigo if she were underage.

Dante growled, but followed Lloyd out of the box. Alex relaxed. He did better with women when his brother wasn’t lingering. He strode to the edge of the box and sipped his drink. The moment she strayed over by the box, he’d summon her.

The blonde picked up two empty wine glasses and a bottle. When she strolled up to the box, she stopped short. “Sir?”

“Put those down. I want you.” Alex leveled his gaze. “Now.”

“Yes, Sir.” She abandoned the glasses and bottle in the nearby bus tub, then wiped her hands on the towel and joined him in the box. Her breasts jiggled with each step, and the pasties caught the light.

Christ, he wanted to touch her.