Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
She followed him farther inside, then he veered to the left and into the kitchenette, his jeans balancing precariously on his hips.
Was it wrong that she wanted them to slip just a little more, so she could see his ass? She swore she saw a couple dimples right above...
Yes. Yes, it was. She was here for an important reason.
He turned suddenly, leaned that ass back against the counter and crossed his arms over his chest, the flex of his heavily tattooed biceps drawing her eye. “Go.”
She blinked. “Go?”
“Dance. Show me what you got. This is your last shot.”
“Right here?” She glanced around the apartment. It looked like it almost took up the whole second floor of the club. She was standing in a large space that seemed to be a living room area, and it was open to the kitchenette where he stood. Then, from what she could see, there was a hallway with doors. Probably leading to at least one bedroom and a bathroom.
“Yep,” Dawg answered, drawing her attention back to him.
And his naked chest. And his open jeans. And those beautiful feet of his. She winced at her thoughts. “Music?”
“Nope. Want music, shoulda brought your own.” He pointed to an open area between the living room and kitchenette. “Dance. Now. ‘Fore I kick your ass out again.”
Emma licked her lips, drew in a breath and moved to the spot he indicated, almost twisting her ankle on the carpet in the process.
“How you goin’ to wear platform heels when you can’t even walk in what you got on?”
She lifted a hand as she moved into place. “I got this.” She turned to face him when he grunted. “Just watch.”
He snorted. “I’m watchin’, baby girl. Ain’t seein’ shit.”
She needed music. She really did. She pulled her cell phone out of her back pocket.
“You callin’ the pigs?”
She glanced up, surprised. “What? No. Why would I do that?”
“Dunno. Thought maybe you’re tryin’ to set me up or somethin’. Cry rape, get me thrown in the slammer for not hirin’ you earlier.”
She frowned. Why would he think that? Did he have a reason to be paranoid? “No, I need music.”
Hitting her music app, she scrolled through, found a song she practiced to a couple of times, turned the volume high, pressed play and tossed it on the nearby couch.
As soon as Gorilla from Bruno Mars started, she closed her eyes and began to move with the music. She followed the rhythm of the song and swung her hips, rocked her shoulders and tossed her head before reaching for the buttons on her blouse. She unfastened a couple but before he could see anything she turned her back on him, continuing to sway and unbutton.
She had to remember to tease, not just get naked. It was the show that men wanted, not just the final result. Or at least that’s what the instructional videos stated.
Sway, sway, circle, circle, flirt, wink, purse your lips, touch yourself.
She tried to remember everything that the videos demonstrated.
She let the music flow through her and take over. When her blouse hung open, she dropped it just slightly down her back and turned her head to look over her shoulder at Dawg.
She pursed her lips and... jerked in surprise when she saw his expression. His eyes were so dark and his jaw tight as he watched her, but he hadn’t moved an inch. In fact, he looked frozen in place. But from where she stood, she could see his chest rising and falling more rapidly than what was normal.
She ignored his reaction, hoping it was good, and turned in place once more, this time facing him when she reached for the top button on her jeans. Once they were loose, she began to tease him by tugging the waistband down one hip to show a little skin, then pulling it back up. She did the same to the other side. Tucking her thumbs into the top of her jeans, she wiggled them down until the top of the sexiest and most expensive Victoria’s Secret panties she owned showed. She circled her hips to the music, then toed her heels off. Taking her time, she revealed her legs little by little until she was bent over, and her jeans pooled at her feet.
Rising slowly, she dragged her hands up her legs as she did so, then, when she was standing straight up, she punted her jeans away. They went flying and struck him smack dab in the center of his bare chest. With a grunt, he caught them and twisted the denim in his fist.
She continued to sway and roll her hips as she pushed her blouse off her shoulders. She shook and shimmied until it dropped to the floor, then suddenly feeling much braver—even though she shouldn’t because she was now standing in front of this big biker in just her bra and panties—she decided to up the ante.