Hatcher's Dancer

Chapter 4

Hatcher's P.O.V.

Focusing my attention on a still smirking Brady with a raised right eyebrow; "What was that all about?"

Brady chuckles; "I know Egypt has grown to hate that song and the dance routine, but it is a crowd pleasing. When he dances it, you will totally understand why I have him do this specific song and routine at least once a week."

Nodding slightly at him as Brady turns to the male bartender; "Landon, you and Kayleigh be ready for a rush once Egypt's upcoming dance is finished. I would like another run and coke, please."

Landon nods silently as he prepares the drink, and when he slides the drink to his boss, he asks; "Is he dancing 'Save a Horse'?"

Brady eagerly nods with a large grin; "Yup! He is not happy with me either, but he will get over it when he gets the money from the dance."

Landon grins with a chuckle as a customer flags Landon down for their drink order. Brady and I head to a newly empty and cleared table by two men who are following two female dancers toward the private dance rooms. Brady and I chat until it is time for Egypt's dance. The main lights dim, leaving the dim stage light, and I am intrigued to see this dance since Brady and Landon are making a huge deal about it.

For the next three minutes and twenty three seconds, I sit in stunned silence. Egypt came out onto the stage wearing the shorts from before  along with a black leather vest that he has left unbuttoned, and a pale pink cowboy hat. So, his added pieces of clothing add to his sexiness, and I am further intrigued by him. How old is he really? I hope he is of legal age to date. Why does he work as an exotic dancer? Now, before anyone looses their shit on me, I am not bashing on his career choice. He definitely has a beautiful way of moving his body to the beat of the music. I do not care what his job is as long as it is legal, and will not hurt him. When his dance ends, and he has gathered the money that men and women had thrown onto the stage, he walks behind the curtain.

Focusing on Brady with what I assume is blown pupils and lust filled expression; "Damn. He is amazing. I hope you are paying him what is worth?"

Brady throws his head back, eyes clenched shut tightly as he lets out a loud, belly laugh; "He is amazing for sure. Yes, I pay all of my dancers well."

"May I ask you a couple of personal questions about Egypt?" I seriously ask him. "It is just out of pure curiosity."

Brady shrugs; "You can ask, but I do not promise I will answer."

"Fair enough," I agree with a tiny smile. "How old is he, and is that really is given name?"

"Yes, that is really his given first name, and he is 18-years-old," Brady answers as Egypt wanders toward us from the back with a frown etched over his lips.

Egypt surprises me when he plops down sideways onto Brady's lap. The boy wraps his left arm around his boss' shoulders to play with Brady's black curly hair while Egypt pouts at the older man; "Can I not dance that song again until next week, please?"

Brady chuckles as he tightly wraps his thin arms around Egypt's equally think waist; "Of course, little brother. You know I would not have you dance that if it did not bring in the customers, or give you a ton of money."

I am intrigued by Brady's 'little brother' comment, but what is worse is that I am extremely jealous right now of Brady for some reason. He has Egypt on his lap, and tightly holding the person who I should be holding and comforting. I have no idea where this jealous or possessive feeling has come from over someone I have just met, and is eight years younger than me, too.

"Thank you, Brady!" Egypt loudly giggles before he gives the man a long kiss on the lips.

My jealousy flares to dangerous levels, so I quickly stand, grabbing my empty glass with the ring on my left middle finger loudly clanking on the glass. Clenching my jaw tightly to the point where I am afraid I am going to break my teeth, I head off to the bar for another drink that will hopefully calm my temper.

"Scotch on the rocks, please," I tell Landon through still clenched teeth.

Landon takes the empty glass, exchanging it for a new one, and fill it will ice and scotch as he asks; "Are you okay, sir?"

"Yeah, I am fine, thanks," I grumble over the loud music as my gaze lands on Brady and Egypt who are still cuddled together.

"They are not interested in each other romantically," Landon says when he notices where my gaze is. "They are like brothers, and they have been close ever since Brady took E in off the streets."

My eyes widen as I snap my attention back to Landon; "He was living on the streets?"

"Fuck," Landon groans as he bites his bottom lip. "Forget I said that as it is not my place to say anything about their personal lives."

Thanking him for the drink, I walk back to the table, sitting down across from the two men, and watch them interact. I now see that there is no sexual tension between them, and that they do indeed act like brothers. This calms my jealousy some, but I am still concerned over what Landon told me about Egypt. I am sure if anyone could hear my inner thoughts, they might think I am being a possessive asshole, but that is not my intention.

"Are you alright, Hatcher?" Brady questions, bringing me from my inner thoughts to focus on the two men across from me.

"Yeah, I am fine, thanks," I say, noticing that Egypt has gotten to his feet, and is looking at me in concern.