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)
Nails trailed along his back from one shoulder to the other, before a sultry voice said, “Hey, handsome,” in his ear.
That was enough to send a shock of lightning down into his dick.
He pursed his lips for a second before letting them curl into a grin.
Sapphire, the club’s former hostess, nimbly moved around to the front of his chair and settled herself at an angle in his lap. After slipping an arm around her back, he planted a hand on her curvy hip to secure her there.
“You need another beer?” she asked.
“Not yet.”
She put her lips to his ear again to share, “I need to act like I’m trying to sell you a private dance. Otherwise, Taint will be on my ass for talking to you.”
“That roll of quarters in my front pocket… Is it enough for a half hour in the VIP room?”
With a laugh, she straightened and traced the shell of his ear with a long fingernail. It was painted black with some sort of fancy design to match that sexy-as-fuck, slinky, curve-hugging dress she wore tonight. The one with a plunging neckline, proving she was a pro with double-sided tape to keep her large rack in place.
“That’s a roll of quarters? I figured you were simply happy to see me.”
If she kept wiggling her ass against him, she was going to find out how quickly that “roll of quarters” would crack open.
He chuckled. “Always happy to see you, Phire. The quarters should be proof enough.” He kept the smile plastered on his face when he asked in a whisper, “Saint here?”
“In the back. Most likely harassing the girls.”
“I’m not sure you can call most of the new dancers girls. He had to go to the freaking stripper retirement home to fill the ranks. Some of them dance like they’re afraid of breaking a damn hip.”
“Some of them don’t even try. They hold onto the pole and shuffle around it. Then they pause and work on taking off a piece of clothing. Walk around again, take off the next item. Rinse and repeat until they’re down to their thong.”
“No shit. I’ve been sitting in these fucking seats for too many nights. If I wasn’t here for a reason, I wouldn’t keep subjecting myself to this torture,” he admitted.
“Well, damn, I thought you came to see me,” she teased, “hence the roll of quarters.”
“You just said you won’t accept them as payment for a private dance.”
She winked at him. “Maybe because those quarters don’t exist? And even if they did, it wouldn’t be enough.”
“Then it sucks that I’m so damn cheap.”
She played with the ends of his hair that fell against the back of his neck. “I agree.”
“If you don’t stop toying with me, that roll of quarters will explode.”
When she licked her dark red lips, that did not help with his conundrum.
“I can’t believe you stayed on board the sinking ship,” he murmured, ignoring the dancer on stage and giving the beautiful woman in his lap his full attention.
“I don’t have a choice right now. Believe me, there’s nothing I want more than to get out from under Taint’s thumb. The problem is, until I can find a decent club or Mel opens her own, then I need to stay.”
“The other girls found a place to land.”
“Not all of them. And the rest haven’t found a good club. Right now, they’re dancing in dumps like this. Again, all hoping Mel can swing opening her own club soon. There’s no point in me going to another dump since, at least here, I have an established clientele. Anywhere else I’d have to start from scratch.”
It would not take long for this woman to rebuild her fanbase. She was a New York strip steak versus ground beef.
“Sweetheart, look around, most of your loyal clientele left. This place is deserted.”
Sapphire sighed and leaned into him.
He squeezed her hip. “Sorry, don’t mean to make you feel like shit. I just worry about you being here, that’s all.”
She cupped his face. “That’s really sweet, Rez. But you don’t need to worry about me. I can take care of myself.”
“As could your best girl but look what that fucknut did to her.”
“I’m taking some precautions.”
He tilted his head. “Like?”
She plucked the glass from his fingers and placed it in the built-in cupholder on the chair, then took his hand in hers.
“What are you doing?”
She pressed a manicured finger against his lips and whispered, “Shh. Just go with it.”
The woman certainly knew how to get his blood flowing, that was for damn sure.
Despite that, the fuck if he was stopping her from jamming his hand up her dress. Something he had fantasies about. But she didn’t only slide it under the hem, she guided it up to her knee, before shoving it higher up her warm, soft and very smooth thigh.