Harper Daniel sat in a private booth on the second floor of The Jade, overlooking the dance floor as he sipped his drink. He knew that Bailey would be working tonight and wanted to see him in all of his glory. Seeing flashes of the gold boots he had gifted him, Harper smirked. His kitten was so cute, dancing all sexy as if possessed by an incubus. He knew of Bailey's crush on him. He liked him as well, and always made sure to not have a shirt on when he answered the door for him, so he could see Bailey drool over him. 'Once he is mine, I will have to make sure the other men here know that they can look and touch, but not keep my Bailey,' he thought, seeing the numerous hands groping over Bailey's ass and body on the dance floor.
He took another sip of his drink as he contemplated if he should join Bailey on the floor. Seeing the dancer door open again, he saw Lacey Cooper enter the main floor. Tightening his grip on his glass, he watched as she tried to find an opening to the mob. He relaxed his grip once he saw the bartender, Trisa, alert a manager that Lacey was not moving toward the correct stage. Seeing her be shooed over to a side stage with a pout, he made his decision.
Draining his drink, he left his glass on the table and exited the booth, loosening his tie and leaving his jacket on his chair. He nodded to the bouncer as he walked toward the stairs that went from the VIP section he was into the main floor and took the steps down. Scanning the mob on the main dance floor, his sharp eyes spotted Bailey dancing in the embrace of another man. Smirking at finding his target, he strode forward, his aura creating a path toward Bailey.
The man dancing with Bailey looked up and smirked, knowing he was lucky to be dancing with Bailey as he spotted Harper on his way over. Sliding his hands over Bailey's hips and squeezing his ass one last time, he spun Bailey around, so that his back would be at Harper's front, and pushed him to Harper. Bailey continued to dance, knowing exactly who was behind him. He moaned when he was pulled tighter to the man's chest behind him, feeling the hard muscles through his thin, cropped jacket. The chains of the jacket jingled as their bodies moved as one, almost hypnotising Bailey with the slow, sensual movements.
Turning in place, Bailey wrapped his arms around Harper's neck, enjoying the feeling off the man pressed against him.
"You know I'm working right now, right?" He whispered into the man's chest, the top of his head barely reaching Harper's chin.
"You know that I'm a main investor for The Jade, right?" Harper mockingly shot back, smirking down at Bailey's pouting face as he pulled the blue band of Bailey's lace underwear with his finger causing it to snap against his hip. Bailey gasped and smacked him playfully.
Placing a chaste kiss on Bailey's lips, Harper untangled himself from Bailey and pulled them out of the mob and over to the bar. Giving a nod to Trisa, he ordered himself a drink and sat next to Bailey on the bar stools. They sat there, just enjoying each other's presence until a snort caught their attention. Twisting around on the stools, they looked over at what had Trisa snorting. Seeing the side stage with Lacey dancing and shooting what she thought were sexy looks toward Bailey, they snorted too, and turned back around.
"W-what was she e-even doing?" Bailey struggled to ask as he broke down laughing, his head placed on the bar counter.
"I don't know," snorted Harper, "But we weren't even facing her, why was she even attempting to seduce you?" he asked incredulously.
"Lacey is a whole other basket of crazy. She doesn't take no for an answer," Bailey muttered bitterly.
"Well, she won't be getting her hands on you if I have anything to say about it," Harper muttered darkly, plans flashing through his mind.
Laughing at Harper's face, Bailey stole his drink and took a sip.
"Don't worry about it right now Harper, soon she won't be a part of our lives, just another psycho from the past, and we'll be livin' our lives to the fullest," Bailey promised as Harper took a hold of his face.
"Alright," said Harper, pressing a kiss to his mouth, "But, if she becomes a worse problem, I will take care of it," he swore, lips brushing against his as he spoke.
Pressing short kisses against each other's lips, they ignored the sulking dancer on the stage behind them, both deeming her unimportant in favor of each other.