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His large hands rest on the worn leather arms of his chair, fingers twitching to the beat of the music.
My cheeks burn hotter than ever as I near him.
It’s as if the heat from his presence is enough to make my thoughts dissipate completely.
Feeling a strange knot of nerves, I slow my pace as I approach him.
I brush my braids back over my shoulder and straighten my shoulders, forcing a smile on my face.
His voice is gruff from years’ worth of cigarettes and beer, yet it holds an underlying tenderness. “Don’t you look nice.”
I force a confident smirk onto my face. “Don’t I always?”
Razor smirks back at me, his eyes glinting mischievously.
He stands up, towering over me with his broad shoulders and muscular frame.
His gaze sweeps up and down my body before meeting my eyes again.
Razor’s expression turns serious as he speaks. “You do, but I’m not trying to boost your already inflated ego,” he says teasingly.
His playful tone instantly puts me at ease, and I feel myself relaxing in his presence.
Razor and I make our way outside of the busy club, men glaring at him as we walk side-by-side.
They want to be him, walking with me, damn sure knowing what I’m about to do to him.
Hell, they might be envious because they think we’re together.
I lick my lips as we walk down the long, dark hallway, knowing all too well Razor is the kind of man I’d go for.
If I could build a man, it would be Razor.
I push open the heavy metal door of the strip club and step out into the cool night air.
I inhale deeply, a familiar rush of adrenaline and anticipation coursing through my veins.
It’s either now or never.
I continue walking, speaking with every step. “We need to go to my car. I live at the club, and I’m not about to have someone telling my father what I’m doing with you.”
Razor grabs onto my arm and forces me to stop. I turn and look right at him.
His dark eyes light up with surprise and pleasure. “Rest assured, you don’t have to worry about that getting back to him. I don’t kiss and tell, Cola.”
I furrow my brows together. “Cola?”
He rakes his eyes up and down my body once and more. “Yeah, you’re shaped like an old-fashioned glass bottle of Coke, so Cola suits you.”
Geeze, I never thought I’d hear a man say that.
I used to get bullied for my athletic body when I was a kid.
I drag my tongue against my bottom lip, moving closer to him.
Swaying my hips with each step, I lean in for a kiss.
Razor responds eagerly, his hands roaming over my hips as we both stumble toward my car in a heated frenzy.
