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)
Yeah, he knew he could be a little intimidating. He was a big dude. He had a beard. He had a bunch of tats. He wore bulky silver rings on his thick fingers and a cut proclaiming that he was DAMC and damn proud of it. But he wasn’t a man who hurt women.
Fuck no. When they screamed it was because he was licking their pussy so good that...
Fuck. Now he had half a fucking hard-on. And if he yanked on it to adjust it to a more comfortable position, she might just pee her panties. Or bloomers. Or whatever the fuck she wore under that awful shit-brown skirt.
“Don’t know what you’re lookin’ for, but it ain’t here.”
He couldn’t miss how hard she swallowed before taking a tentative step forward. “I called you about an audition.”
Dawg eyeballed her up and down in slow motion on purpose, so she’d realize this place wasn’t for her. When color flooded her cheeks, it cemented his opinion.
“What fuckin’ stripper wears a goddamn shirt that don’t show any cleavage an’ a skirt—” he lifted a ringed finger, “—not short and leather, fuck no. One that covers her down to her ankles?”
She glanced down at herself for a second, then looked back up at him and shrugged slightly. “A kindergarten teacher.”
Dawg’s head jerked back. “A fuckin’ what?”
She cleared her throat and pulled her shoulders back. Which he just happened to notice emphasized those big-ass tits. “A kindergarten teacher.”
He blinked and let what she said sink in. “You wanna role play when you strip? My clientele might like that. Kinda like a sexy librarian. Or a sexy teacher who knows how to use a wooden ruler in a good way, but you gotta drop the ‘kindergarten’ shit. That might be a turnoff.”
She shook her head and bravely took another step forward. Now she was only a few feet from him, causing his nostrils to flare when he caught a whiff of her scent. Flowers. Or something light. Nothing heavy and clingy like his girls wore.
And from where he stood, he didn’t think she had a stitch of makeup on.
“No. I’m a real teacher. I teach kindergarten. You know, with children?”
He frowned. If she was a teacher, what the fuck was she doing in his club? Dawg waved his arm around Heaven’s Angels Gentlemen’s Club. “Does this look like a fuckin’ kiddie school to you?”
Her head lifted slightly higher when she answered, “No.”
He studied her for a second and decided he needed a better look. “Step under the light so I can see you better,” he ordered. In no way was this woman here for any kind of audition. He pointed to the recessed light in the ceiling that was closest to him.
After a slight hesitation she did it. She bit her bottom lip and held it between her teeth as he checked her out once more. The lip thing was pushing the blood into his dick at an alarming rate. Which was surprising since the way she was dressed did nothing for him.
He took a step closer and her body wavered slightly, but she didn’t back up even though she barely came up to his chin.
“Look up,” he demanded. And when she did, he finally saw how blue her big eyes were.
Even though she held his gaze, she was nervous, and he could see the determination in her. She had a fire in her belly. He liked that. The woman was here for a reason and that reason was important, whatever it was.
Her blonde hair looked like her real color. Not all bleached out like some of his girls. He hated that shit and yelled at them all the time for it. He wanted his girls to look as natural as possible, but it was a losing battle.
But all that blonde hair was pulled back tight at the back of her head in a bun or whatever they were called. Similar to how Bella wore her hair when she was working in the bakery to keep it out of the cupcakes and icing and shit.
Her face was, just as he thought, clean of any makeup, naturally pretty, even wholesome looking. A perfect example of the girl-next-door.
But something about her was definitely not girl-next-door if she was here for a job.
“If you’re a kindergarten teacher, you already got a job,” he murmured, fighting to keep from reaching out and running a knuckle along her cheek to test how soft her flawless ivory skin felt.
“I need the money,” she whispered back, not breaking his gaze. A spark had flared in her eyes when she admitted that.
Being a stripper wasn’t one of her career goals. Fuck no. Probably wasn’t even on her bucket list. She needed cold, hard cash. That was the real reason she was standing before him, trying desperately to hide her fear of him. She thought that flashing her tits would be a windfall, would get her out of whatever financial jam she was in.