—I still have energy… want to go again? What about your man? —Kate smirked.

—My man thinks I can’t recognize his voice, his scent, or his body. Tell me, love, who did your makeup to cover up your tattoos?

Bastien looked at her, surprised.

—When did you know?

—When you whispered in my ear. Only you make my skin react like that, Bastien. Did you really think I’d let another man touch me? I’ll admit, you danced well—even wore black contact lenses to hide your eyes—but you underestimated me, love.

Bastien took out the contacts and left them on the nightstand. He looked at his naked Kate and climbed on top of her.

—So my lady knew it was me all along.

—No, I didn’t—until you whispered to me. I didn’t pay much attention during the dance. And I suppose the other four dancers were the boys? —Bastien gave a mischievous grin.

—Exactly.

—The choreography was... impressively synchronized. I can’t believe you went this far.

—Anything for my woman. If she wants to see naked men dancing, I’ll strip