Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 13106 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 66(@200wpm)___ 52(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13106 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 66(@200wpm)___ 52(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
She takes a step back from me and holds her hands up. “It’s your club. None of my business. I just need a job.”
I look down her body and back up again. If she thinks she’s going to dance here, she’s got another think coming. There’s no way I’m going to let that happen.
“You’re not dancing,” I tell her.
She rolls her eyes at me. “I know that. I’m sure I would make more money waiting tables than dancing.”
I look at her questioningly. Is she crazy? She would make a killing here dancing, I have no doubt. But I don’t tell her that.
My shaft twitches in my pants and before she notices and takes off running out the door, I walk back to my chair and sit down.
“Have a seat.”
She walks over and sits down also, staring at her hands in her lap.
I clasp my hands together and lay them on the desk in front of me. “Harper.” I say her name, liking the sound of it. “So why do you want this job?”
She shrugs her shoulders. “Because I need the money?”
“Why?” I insist.
She shrugs her shoulders again, but this time doesn’t say a word. I then ask her the question I need to know the answer to, the one that is burning a hole in my chest the longer I keep it inside. “Do you have a boyfriend? A husband? Or a dad that will have a problem with you working here?”
She doesn’t want to answer. I can see it in her eyes. “Is it legal to ask me that?”
Probably not, I think to myself, but that still doesn’t stop me. “You already have the job, but I need to know if you are going to be bringing problems here.”
I stare at her until she’s squirming in her seat. “Nothing is going to interfere with my job.”
I lean forward. “Do. You. Have. A. Boyfriend?”
2
Harper
I stare back at him. Talk about first impressions, nothing like walking in on your boss while a woman is gyrating on his lap. Of course, I could barely see around Teddy, but I did see the woman with her naked breasts swaying back and forth as she moved. Once Teddy moved, and I was able to see the man behind the desk, it made sense. I can sort of see why a woman would dry hump his leg. He’s big, covered in tattoos, and his voice is deep and scratchy. You would think he smokes cigarettes, but when he was close to me, I didn’t smell it and I don’t see an ashtray lying around.
He has short brown hair and gray eyes… and when he stares at me like he’s doing now, I have to turn away. There’s just something molten about him.
When he apologized to me for what I saw when I walked in and then told me it wouldn’t happen again, well, it surprised me and honestly, confused me a little. Obviously, there’s something going on with him and that Kristy – why apologize?
Lost in thought, I realize I made a mistake when he reaches across the desk and pushes the hair out of my face. “Harper. Answer me.”
Embarrassed to be caught staring at him and hoping that he can’t read my thoughts, I almost shout at him, “No. No boyfriend. No husband. And as of two weeks ago, no dad.”
He leans back then, and I swear I see a smug look on his face before it disappears, and then all I see is pity. “I’m sorry about your dad.”
I simply shrug. I want to scream at him that his sorry is worthless, it’s not going to bring him back, but I don’t. It’s not his fault that my mom died five years ago. It’s not his fault that my dad finally drank himself to death mourning her. And it’s not his fault that I’m about to lose the only home I’ve ever known. Nope, I need to get myself together, because I wasn’t lying when I said I needed this job.
He grabs some papers out of the filing cabinet by his desk and while he’s looking for them I can’t help but appreciate his ass in his tight, worn blue jeans. He turns back to me and I flick my eyes back up to his face quickly. Damn it, caught! I can tell by the arrogant look on his face that he caught me staring. Oh well, I can control myself, and honestly, I don’t want a man that obviously has a woman already.
He lays the papers down in front of me and hands me a pen. I grab it, making sure that my fingers don’t touch his.
He stands next to me for a few seconds and my hand trembles as I start to write. He shouldn’t have this effect on me. I don’t need a man like this, no matter how attractive he is.