Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16504 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16504 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
I huffed a laugh, reaching across the bar to grab a bottle and help her pour drinks. The cool air in the club brushed against the exposed curve of my bottom from where my skimpy outfit rode up.
“Oh, my god. He just looked you up and down like he had a filthy fantasy he’d been holding onto just for you.”
“Well, then he can pay to watch me perform that fantasy.”
“Are you not even going to look at him? He is…” She faded off into a moan.
After the first ten guys she’d gushed over, I’d stopped turning around. The disappointment of not finding who I wanted plagued my ego. Each of her gasps sent my heart into overdrive, and flashes of what would happen if it was him flooded my mind. Just to be dashed a moment later when all I saw was a mediocre stranger.
Not that I wanted it to be him.
I didn’t. I didn’t. I didn’t.
Maybe if I said it enough, I’d believe it.
Then there’d be another gasp and another ridiculous jolt of hope and another wash of shame.
I didn’t even like him.
I giggled. Him. I didn’t even know his name, and I’d refused all week to ask Carina about him. After we’d almost been caught, I’d left him high and dry, dismissing his attempts to finish what we started. I’d ached from being so thoroughly fucked and just missing my orgasm, but driving away from his slacked jaw had created a victory I hadn’t expected.
I’d won…kind of.
Which is why you’re still aching days later, hoping like a needy little girl for some man to show up and finish what he started despite turning him down.
The struggle was real to keep from hitting my head on the counter, hoping to knock some sense into this portion of my brain I didn’t know existed until him. The one that could usually be shut down by work and life.
“Seriously, Mar. Ung,” she moaned.
I wasn’t going to give in and look but something tickled against my spine, gliding all the way down like a tease promising more if I just took a peek.
It’s not him. He’s probably back to wherever he came from and fucking five women at once. That’s the amount of females it would take to handle his ego. It’s. Not. Him.
However, as soon as I turned, my eyes locked on his.
Thud. Thud. Thudthudthudthudthud.
My pulse thundered in my ears, blocking out the noise of the crowd.
Even across the room, under the dim lighting, my gaze met his as if we were the only two people there. His stare consumed me, squeezing my lungs, stealing my breath. The impact shocked me so intensely that I wanted to look away—give myself a chance to breathe—but he locked me in place.
Even when he tipped his head to the side and raked his dark gaze down my body, I couldn’t move. I stayed captive to his perusal, my body burning everywhere he looked. My nipples hardened as if rising for attention.
“Jesus,” Charlotte whispered. “I could come just from watching him watch you.”
When his eyes finally reached mine again, they held a promise that he would make me come a thousand different ways if I let him finish what we started. All I had to do was go to him. My mind blared sirens, warning to look away—to get more than the tiny panting breaths of oxygen to my brain. It screamed, do not go. Yet, that silly part of my brain took over, and my muscles clenched, ready to close the gap.
“We’re supposed to make other people come while they watch us,” a deep voice cut in.
It was exactly what I needed to pull me back to reality. I blinked, breaking the hold he had over me. “What?” I asked, turning back to the bar.
“You okay?” Daniel asked, studying me with his intense blue eyes. “You look a little flush.”
I was just about to assure him I was fine when Charlotte spoke for me. “She’s probably burning from the inside out from the way that man was staring at her. Hell, I’m all hot and bothered.”
Daniel looked over my shoulder, and I couldn’t resist the temptation—wondering if he was still waiting for me to follow through. But he was gone. The familiar disappointment sank into my chest, except this time, I was different. This time, I knew he was there, carrying the chance of more with him.
Warning sirens blared, finally breaking through the rush of adrenaline. With a deep breath, I pulled my shoulders back. This man would not control me—he would not win.
Trying to pull off an aloofness I was beyond feeling, I shrugged, avoiding Daniel’s all-too-knowing look. “I’m good. Just some guy probably checking out if he wanted me to perform for him tonight.”
“That so?” he asked with a subtle smile. “You know, you could always be a member tonight and not an employee.”