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A decadent replica of a hot Mexican God with a beard men would kill for.
I drag my tongue out and lick my bottom lip, thinking about how divine he looks.
The moment my eyes landed on him, I thought I was going crazy.
I wasn’t.
There he was, sitting at the end of the stage, watching my set with his intense brown eyes.
Ebony raps her knuckles on the locker next to me, pulling me from my thoughts. “You okay, Oak?”
I blink a couple of times and turn to look at her, forcing a smile. “Yeah, I’m all good. Just lost in thought.”
Ebony cocks an eyebrow, and a playful smirk tugs at her lips. “Any certain reason you’re off in la-la land?”
I suck in a short breath and debate telling her.
Ebony is the only real person at this club. Everyone else is in it for themselves and would throw one of the other girls under the bus just to make more cash.
I make sure my voice is barely above a whisper so no one else hears me. “I ran into an old friend tonight.”
Ebony’s eyes widen in excitement. “Oh? Give me all the details.”
I go down memory lane, picking and choosing what I’m going to convey. “I met him in Montana a couple of years ago. He’s friendly with my father in the same motorcycle club.”
Ebony crosses her arms. “So, he’s friends with your dad?”
I shake my head. “No, they’re not friends per se, but they do know each other. The club they’re in is pretty big.”
Ebony cranes her neck to the side a bit. “You said he was your friend . . . where was he sitting?”
I fess up and tell her, “At the end of the stage. Guy with the beard.”
Ebony raises her brows and snickers. “Damn, he was a hot one. I couldn’t make out his vest, but I saw he had leather on.”
I’m not trying to be a bitch, but I’m going to correct her. “Cut, not vest.”
Ebony grabs the water bottle on top of the lockers and takes a sip. “What’s the deal with you two? You fuck him on occasion or somethin’?”
I shake my head. “I haven’t, but there’s been some sexual tension tonight, that’s for sure.”
Ebony giggles. “Then go for it. We only get one life, you know? No point in living with regrets.”
She’s right.
It’s not like I’m the kind of woman who backs away from something she wants, anyway.
Razor might be in the club, but that doesn’t change anything.
He isn’t friends with my father, and I highly doubt he’ll go advertising anything we do.
My business is my own, and I’ll make that fucking clear to him before I even touch his cock.
There’s a loud knock at the door, and Gino’s thick Italian accent greets us. “Ebony, you got a VIP booked for the next hour.”
Ebony groans, but I know she’s happy for the extra cash. “Shit, I’d better go get ready.”
“Plaster on that fake smile and get your bag,” I gently remind her.
