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)
“Certainly does. Okay, check in with me tomorrow after you two meet with Wolf.”
“If we meet with Wolf. No guarantee he’ll be there in the morning. But I’ll make an effort to exchange some words with him if he shows up while we’re working.”
A long, low whistle pulled their attention over to Torres. “Isn’t she the stripper you were just talking about? The one you’re doing?” Torres tipped his head toward the screen on the desk to his left.
All heads spun that direction.
Rez got off the couch and within a few long strides, he was in front of the monitor. The woman dancing on stage at The Peach Pit was definitely Sapphire and she was doing one of her routines.
Suddenly Crew and Nox were crowding behind him, and Torres was leaning over in his chair so he could get a better view.
She wasn’t naked yet, but she’d be there soon.
For fuck’s sake.
“Holy shit, dude. No fucking way you’re hitting that. She’s way out of your league,” Torres announced.
“You’re not watching that for spank bank material, are you?” Rez asked. “She doesn’t know about those damn cameras, so…” He reached past Torres to turn off the monitor.
And ignored Crew and Torres’ loud complaints.
He turned to Nox. “I’ll park here in the morning and we can take one of the task force’s vehicles over to Uniontown. You good with that?”
Nox nodded. “Yeah. I’ll go down and gather up some of the tools we need and load them into the truck that’s available. If there’s other equipment we need to do the job, we’ll get the feds to rent it.”
“I’ll be here before eight. So, I should go home and get some shut eye.”
Nox acknowledged him with a nod.
“You know that monitor’s going back on the second you walk out that door…” Crew smirked.
“Then, I guess I’ll stand here for the time it takes for her to finish her set.”
And that was what he did.
He might not be able to stop them watching the feeds or the recorded footage, but, for fuck’s sake, he rather not be there while they did it.
If it was up to him, Sapphire would find another job.
And soon.
Chapter Fifteen
Sapphire winced as she rose from her chair to take the dirty dishes over to the sink.
Rez shot out of his and took them from her hands. “What’s wrong?”
She shook her head. “My feet won’t stop cramping. Even though I only worked six hours today, it felt like twice that. I did three sets on stage and two private dances.”
She had gone in early and also left early since she had only filled in for another dancer who had doctor appointments for her kids today. As soon as Peaches arrived, she left.
Before leaving The Pit, Sapphire had scrubbed her face clean and changed into comfy leggings, a sports bra and an oversized sweater that fell off one shoulder. She even toed off her slip-on sneakers as soon as she stepped into his place carrying a big bag of take-out.
She didn’t think Rez would mind her being casual for tonight’s “date.”
She was proven correct when he raked his gaze over her from head to toe and whistled. “Can’t fault a woman who looks sexy as fuck whether all done up with makeup, a fancy dress and heels or looking like you do now. It’s like two for the price of one.”
“Only, you’re not paying for my company.”
“Your company is priceless.”
Since she wasn’t sure if he was being a smart ass or sweet, she avoided rolling her eyes at that.
They finished the delicious Tandoori chicken and naan bread she picked up at the only Indian restaurant in the area and she was now ready to move on to the rest of their “date” night.
When she arrived at his place, his choice of music surprised her. Nu metal was playing softly in the background and he immediately offered her a Seagram’s mixed berry hard seltzer. She gladly accepted the cold drink since she was ready to wind down before Rez got her wound up later in a completely different manner.
He frowned. “Does that normally happen?”
“Aching? Yes. Cramping? Not usually. Only when I’ve been slacking on staying hydrated.”
He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and tossed it at her. “Drink that. I’m going to need you hydrated for later.” He added a wink.
She hadn’t been ready and almost failed at catching it. But the winking bit… To her, it was normally awkward and creepy, but she was surprised to find that he could pull it off in a sexy manner.
“Why don’t you go into the living room and take a load off? You brought over dinner, I’ll clean up.”
“Is that kind of like the take-out version of: you cooked, I’ll clean up?”
He shot her a grin that made her toes curl, even while cramped and sore.