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I hand her another twenty-dollar bill and gratefully take the drink from her grasp.
I glance up to catch Oakleigh walking out onto the floor, a flirtatious glint in her gaze.
She surveys the crowd and comes strutting up to me. “Long time no see,” she purrs, placing one hand on her hip as she looks me up and down. “You look like you could use some company.”
I swallow hard, a mischievous smirk tugging at my lips. “I might, but only if it’s the right kind.”
Oakleigh drags her tongue along her bottom lip and leans down until her lips are against my ear. “Trust me, I’m exactly what you need.”
I arch a brow and snicker. “Is that so?”
Oakleigh giggles lightly against my ear. “Oh, I’m certain of it. I saw the way you were looking at me, Razor.”
Oakleigh pulls her head away from my ears and looks at me. But it’s more than just looking at me. She’s eye-fucking the hell out of me.
I take a swig of my beer, sizing her up, trying to see what she’s fucking looking for. “Is that so? Prove it.”
Oakleigh snickers. “A lap dance is eighty, big boy.”
Oakleigh hovers over me and already starts before I’ve even agreed, but I don’t even give a damn.
I dig a few twenties out of my wallet and hand them over to her. She stuffs them in her bra and turns her head back slightly, smirking.
Curiosity getting the best of me, I have to ask her. “Does your father know you’re working here?”
Oakleigh continues swaying her ass over my crotch. “My father doesn’t need to know everything that goes on in my life. It’s not like this is the first time I’ve kept a secret from him.”
I nod, understanding her sentiment. After all, she is an adult. “Still, you know how protective he is.”
I haven’t kept up with them over the past couple of years, but I do know how protective he was of her when they were in Montana. It’s only natural to assume not much has changed.
Oakleigh stops mid-sway, her gaze whips back to me, playful demeanor evaporating instantly. “I’m going to stop you right here, Razor. I, for one, don’t need a reminder. I’m a grown-ass woman, and I can do whatever the hell I want, including strip. You, for one, don’t seem too bothered by it.”
Damn, I didn’t expect she’d have so much spirit.
I chuckle lightly, my eyes trained on her as she turns around and straddles me. “Clearly.”
Our bodies are mere inches apart, her gaze locked with mine.
The playfulness fades from her dark chocolate eyes. “I’m not here to talk about my father, and we’re not going to continue talking about him. I’m working, so let me work.”
Oakleigh expertly places both of her legs on the arms of the chair, grinding her body above me.
I lean my head back and watch, appreciating every move she makes.
Her skin is perfectly youthful, and she moves with a combination of confidence and seduction.
I clear my throat, confirming, “Say no more.”
She nods slightly, continuing to move against me. “Good. I like what I do here, and I like being my own boss. It has its advantages.”
Oakleigh bores her eyes into my own, and a chill runs down my spine. There’s something brewing here between us—lust.
Fuck, I’m burned out after all the riding I’ve done . . . but I might have to find a sudden surge of energy.
“You might want to stop lookin’ at me like that, Oakleigh,” I warn her, my voice barely more than a whisper. “Playing with fire can get you burned.”
A playful smirk tugs at her lips. “Maybe I want to get burned.” Her eyes are full of defiance and desire.
