Stealing the Dancer Read Online Alexa Riley

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Insta-Love, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22175 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
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“Why did you have to see me?” Her hands come up to the back of my neck, and she holds on and undulates on top of me.

I close my eyes to concentrate because I’m running out of time, and all I want to do is touch her. This place isn’t private enough because of the cameras. I can’t tell her what I know unless I can be sure no one will hear us.

“I need to talk to you.”

She pauses for half a beat before she puts her legs on the outside of mine, spreading her thighs impossibly wide. In this position, if I pulled my cock out, I could have her riding me while I fucked her so deep.

“So talk.”

“Not here.” I bend down and put my mouth to her ear. “Not with the cameras.”

“Sorry, but it’s for my safety.” It feels like a wall of ice is put between us, and I don’t like it.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” Even as I say the words, I know she has no reason to believe me. “Please, meet me after your shift.”

“Sorry, that’s against the rules.” She sits up, and the song changes to one that’s a little faster. Then she stands up and bends all the way over so her pussy is practically right in front of my face. Slowly, she peels her skirt down her legs, leaving her in only her bra and panties.

When she stands, she faces me and then reaches behind her to take off her bra. The scrap of material falls to the floor, and I stare at her tits as she closes her eyes and dances for me. She’s facing me, but I hate the thought of anyone on the other side of that camera lens seeing her like this.

“Is there a room without a camera?” I ask, and the way her hips pause for a fraction of a second lets me know there just might be. “How much for that room?”

“I’m not for sale.” The way she answers so abruptly, I can sense she’s angry. Because I can’t tell her why I want to talk, she thinks I’m trying to buy her body. I’m not saying I wouldn’t, but that’s not why I came here.

“Really?” I ask, sitting forward. I’m so fucking hard that it aches, and I’m annoyed by this distance she’s trying to put between us. “Because my wallet says something different tonight.” Even in the darkness, I can see her embarrassment, and I want to kick my own ass for saying it. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. Look, I understand if you don’t feel safe with me away from here, but I need someplace quiet to talk to you, and I’m willing to pay.”

She bites her bottom lip, and I can see her thinking it over.

“I’ll double what you got tonight—hell I’ll triple it; just name your price. You don’t have to do anything or take your clothes off, and I’ll sit on the other side of the room.”

A chime sounds over the music, and Whitley curses under her breath. “I have to go.”

“Unless you agree to take me to the other room, I’m going to tell your boss I’m an unhappy client.” Clearly, he’s the one that calls the shots, and I know it makes me an asshole for using it against her. It’s the only advantage I have, and I need to talk to her. “Give me ten minutes alone with you. That’s all I ask.”

She looks over her shoulder at the camera and then nods before grabbing her clothes. “Come back tomorrow. Okay?”

I want to tell her no and demand it right now, but what choice do I have? It’s enough for now, so I nod. “Tomorrow.”

She holds everything close to her chest as she practically runs out of the room, and I’m left alone and aching in more places than my dick.

Chapter Five

WHITLEY

My heart races as I run from the room and go straight to the dressing rooms to put my uniform back on. That got out of control so fast. What could this man have to talk to me about that’s so important?

The first thought that came to mind was my father, but then it suddenly dawned on me that it might not be my father who sent this man to try and find me. It could be someone my father has been trying to protect me from. Okay, so I guess I’m as paranoid as him now.

The guy in the champagne room must have been trying to seduce me. There were a few moments I almost cracked and forgot I was being paid to do a job. He was so handsome, and when I stepped into the room and saw him, my stomach was hit with butterflies. I’ve heard the expression before, but I’ve never experienced it firsthand.


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