His Dove

4

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Chapter Four - Prey

Marcella Quintana's P.O.V.

I sit in the dark room with only the light from the bulbs on the mirror illuminating my features. I go over the plan mentally, already having burned Jason Andrews face to memory. I landed in London this morning and took a nap before getting down to my father's strip club to start my assignment.

"You're on in two doll." Jacinda, the manager of this club, tells me with a wink. "Still no requests for private room dances? You could make way more honey."

Barely anyone knows that I don't work here for a living nor my identity. I flash her a wry smile before shrugging half-heartedly. "I guess one or two wouldn't hurt."

"That's my girl!" She cheers before gesturing for me to hurry up. "Come on now, show starts in less than a minute!"

I nod as she scurries off before standing. My makeup and hair are done perfectly to compliment my lingerie set. The ensemble is a mix of diamonds and dark emerald lace. An innocent cover for who I really am.

The material is slightly sheer and my skin color is visible whenever the light hits it. The diamond tassels caress and tease my skin as I move. After making sure my mask is in place I position my hair to hide my eyes as much as I can before leaving. Walking towards the center stage I'm given the green light to go on just as I arrive.

With a deep breath I don a soft smile when I hear the usual hoots and hollers as I make my entrance. I prowl across the stage to the pole while searching for Andrews and catch him in one of the private lounges. I meet his gaze and wink cheekily. He straightens up immediately and leans forward with his drink in hand.

"Such a fool." I smirk to myself as the loud music drowns out my voice.

I wrap myself around the pole and my hair brushes my skin as I move expertly. The soft light illuminates my body and the men go wild as soon as the material of my lingerie becomes sheer. I bite my lip as I sway to the music while sliding down and spinning around the pole.

I look up just as I run my hand over my body only to lock eyes with a different stranger, one who I've not seen in here before. The light barely touches him but I manage to make out his muscular build and his eyes that resemble blue gemstones. His tattooed hand lifts his amber colored drink to his mouth and I find myself wanting to see the rest of him. Wishing that he had picked another spot to sit so that the shadows weren't shrouding most of him in darkness.

"Shit!" I breathe shakily after almost losing my footing.

I shake my head slightly to regain my composure. Focus Macy! Don't fuck this up, I think to myself. I maintain eye contact with my prey but within seconds I find my gaze flitting back to the hidden man in the shadows again. Growing frustrated at my lack of concentration I wrap my legs around the pole and spin wildly. Unpinning the skirt and letting it drop, I tilt my head back with a seductive smile as I pull at the waistband of my thong teasingly.