The Frequency Of Compulsion/GXG/ Grip The Series: Book One

THREE

L E A N A

Swan-like gestures.

Literal perfection.

The frequency of compulsion.

The frequency of desire.

My hips continued to move in circles on his lap as I tried my best to keep my eyes from doing the same, while he whispered things in my ear that were doing a lot more for him than me.

My gaze unintentionally fell to his hand as I leaned back to pull my chest away from his, and the act had me witnessing his hand itching to touch. I silently hoped he would fight the urge since his touch would ultimately pull at my last strand of patience, which in return, would make the rest of the night unbearable.

"You so fucking sexy," He voiced and the words had me shifting to turn in his lap so I was instead facing the stage, which allowed me to watch the remainder of Latoya's dance while silently wishing we could switch places, since there was nothing I hated more than working the fucking floor.

I would much rather be upside down on a piece of skinny metal than this. The only plus side to working the floor was that the dudes sitting around here were already half drunk most nights, which meant that they were usually reckless with their money, but it also meant they were a lot more handsy.

I pulled my body from his as I watched Latoya bending to gather her cash so she could exit the stage, and with that, I left before the man could pay for another.

My strides pulled me across the club as I walked with the intention of going to the lockers to retrieve Latoya, since working the floor was a lot more fun when she was with me.

The loud music in the club bounced off the walls to enter the ears present in the space, and I could feel gazes meeting and leaving me with the majority peeling back the remaining layers of the little that I was wearing with the help of their minds.

A small sigh left me as I placed my hand on the railing while carefully moving down the few steps that lead to the locker room in my heels.

"I was just coming to get you," I announced when the door I was only a step away from suddenly opened to reveal Latoya.

"I was just about to come get you," She voiced, letting me know that we had the same intent in mind as she moved towards me.

The sound of music grew louder as we began returning to the main area, and the second we did the feeling of eyes landed on me once again. It was something I was used to walking around here but one in particular held so much weight that I followed it to its source to see one of the new additions to security, Keys, looking at me and—

"Your friend here," Latoya voiced, interrupting my thoughts and I frowned at the information while redirecting my attention to her.

"Who?" I asked and she tilted her head in the direction of the person she was referring to which prompted my gaze to comply.

The second my eyes landed on Quan in his usual section they did a roll of annoyance that had her laughing in response.

"Now you know better," I told her, smiling, since we both knew Quan was on that avoid list. Dude was a big spender, yeah, but his ego made him a lil too entitled so the word 'no' wasn't really something he took well, he wanted a see simon do simon type of motherfucker, and that's some shit I ain't. If you was the type to do anything for sum bands, he was the perfect guy, but if you wasn't, he was the type you had to air out. He was a rich, famous singer in his prime, so most girls ain't mind but my gay ass did.