Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
“Who’s going to be my security tonight?” She already knew the answer but figured she’d bring up that issue, anyway, to make a point.
“Since when the fuck d’you need security? Nobody’s gonna get outta line. They do, come find me.”
Right, after the damage was already done. Dickhead.
Sapphire jerked when Saint plunged his hand into her dress and grabbed her breast in a show of adjusting her cleavage. “That dress looks fuckin’ hot on you but you look a whole lot better naked.”
Ugh, he was so damn gross.
When she tried to step back to break his hold, he squeezed her breast tighter and twisted to the point of pain. With his dark eyes gleaming, he licked his lips in a way that made her want to puke.
She had changed into a blue velvet dress with a plunging neckline that matched her eyes and showcased her ass perfectly. The halter dress was completely backless, so she went braless, making it quick and easy to get in and out of during and after each private dance.
If she demanded he release her, he would only laugh and act like she was making a big deal out of nothing. And if she struggled to get free, he would manhandle her even worse.
To beat him, she just needed to outsmart him. Luckily, that was easily done. “Where’s Cookie tonight?”
His mouth tightened and his chest expanded slowly, then deflated. He released her, but not before pinching her nipple and dragging his fingers along her skin.
She fought a shudder and the second he let her go, she quickly took a step back, creating some space between them. She acted as if what he did didn’t bother her since Saint was a bully through and through.
First rule in dealing with bullies, never show any panic or weakness around them, they would only enjoy and feed off that reaction. They needed to intimidate others to feel powerful.
“She ain’t here.”
No surprise. After the Demons practically stole the club out from under Laura, the former owner, Saint made his girlfriend—or whatever the hell she was—assistant manager but she hardly ever showed up. Then, why should she? It wasn’t like Saint was going to fire her.
“All right, woman. Get the fuck in there and do your job.”
Keep your shit together, girl, he isn’t a good reason to go to prison. And you also need this damn job. For now. There’s a light on the horizon and Mel is shining it.
As she turned and headed toward the VIP room, she almost stumbled from the impact of his hand smacking her ass.
She clenched her teeth together to keep from cursing him out. With flared nostrils, she sucked in a breath, shook her head and tamped down her annoyance along with the urge to plant the heel of her platform shoes dead center into his greasy forehead.
Once she gathered herself, she opened the door to the VIP room.
Whenever she didn’t know who—or what—was waiting on the other side of the door, she had a little spike of anxiety when she stepped inside. She preferred to deal directly with the client on the floor before escorting them back to the room herself so she could make small talk with them during the trip to the VIP Room. This way they also knew what to expect and the rules before ending up alone with them.
She had a lot of regulars, but again, with the customers dealing directly with one of the prospects on a night like tonight, she never knew what to expect. Or what they were promised or even charged.
She drew the line at any kind of sexual contact. If they asked to touch her, she only allowed basic contact as long as she controlled their hand.
Normally when she did a lap dance, she told the customer to sit still and grip the sides of the chair. The second they tried something inappropriate, the dance was over and they forfeited the rest of their time with her, along with their money.
She was an exotic dancer, not a sex worker. While there was nothing wrong with being the latter, it wasn’t for her personally. If she wanted to have sex for money, she’d go out to Nevada and work on one of those ranches where everything was highly-controlled, well-managed, clean and safe. And the money had to be a hell of a lot better out there than here in Uniontown, Pennsylvania.
This was blue-collar country. She loved the area and loved the down-to-Earth people, but she was realistic when it came to their financial situations.
She loved sex, too, but she preferred it to be with a partner of her choosing.
She couldn’t think of one person in The Peach Pit she would choose…
No, that wasn’t right. One did exist…
And she was shocked as shit to find him sitting on the red vinyl couch waiting for her.