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“Crystal, room twelve. You’re in there for an hour tonight,” he barks out, leaving no room for argument. Excitement and a sliver of fear courses through me at the thought of it being the same man from last night. And if it is, why is someone like him, someone who could surely have anyone he wants, paying to watch me dance for an hour?
Unless he wants something else. I shake my head to myself. No matter how hot I think he is, he is not having that. If the other girls want to earn extra by having sex with clients, that’s fine. But it’s not for me. I may be a stripper, but I am not selling my body. I draw the line at that.
Quickly checking that my makeup is in place, I straighten my spine and make my way to room twelve. I feel a sense of déjà vu as anticipation runs through me at who I might find behind the door. On the one hand, I hope it’s the guy from last night, but on the other, I hope it’s not. Because that means I’ve caught his attention. And I don’t need anyone’s attention on me right now.
Pushing through the door, I step through, only to stop when I find him sitting in the same position, thumb running across his bottom lip, eyes on me. I shudder at the intensity he exudes and almost run back the way I came. But then I remember I need this job and being in here for an hour means extra money.
“Hey,” I chirp confidently as I make my way inside the dimly lit room. When he doesn’t reply, I shake my head and move to the corner where the music sits. I go to hit play, guessing he wants the same as last night. But then he speaks.
“Don’t.” The command in his tone makes me pause.
Spinning, I face him, and suddenly I feel very insecure under his attention. I’m wearing lingerie, but I may as well be naked with the way his hungry eyes devour me.
“What do you want tonight?” I ask, confused.
He stares at me for a long beat before pushing out of his chair. My eyes widen as he stalks towards me, and panic takes hold. My eyes dart to the cameras in the room, praying that whoever is in security sees this and rescues me. “Stop,” I blurt. “You can’t touch me. It’s not allowed. I don’t do extra.”
He pauses a step away from me and frowns. His head cocks to the side as his eyes drill into me. Letting out an amused breath, he says. “I’m not going to hurt you, angel. I just don’t want you to dance tonight.”
It’s my turn to frown. “Then what do you want with me?”
He smirks. “I just want to talk.”
Shaking my head, I shuffle sideways towards the door. No man ever just wants to talk. There is always an ulterior motive, and I’m not about to wait around to find out what his is. No matter how gorgeous he is.
My eyes snap to his, and I stop when his deep drawl shatters the silence. “Please. I don’t beg Crystal, but I’m willing to beg you. Just give me an hour of your time. I paid good money for that hour, and I will pay more if that’s what it takes to get you to stay.” The plea in his tone gives me pause.
“Why do you want to talk to me? You don’t even know me,” I murmur.
He smiles. “Exactly. I want to get to know you.”
My brows furrow in confusion. It doesn’t make sense. “Look, you seem like a nice guy and not some weird, hot serial killer.” He smirks, no doubt at the fact I called him hot. “I just don’t understand why someone that looks like you,” I wave my hand at him as if to prove a point. “Is payingmeto talk to them. You probably have women throwing themselves at you, so why are you here wasting money on me?”
He steps closer, his hand comes up and a finger runs down my cheek, making me flinch. He frowns, softly stroking me. I shiver at his touch, my body coming alive at just that small contact. He knows it, too, if his smug grin is anything to go by. “You’re right, women do throw themselves at me. But it’s you that I am captivated by. One look at you on that stage last night, and I knew I had to know you.”
I suck in a breath. What the hell? Is this for real? The words are out before I can stop myself. “Why me?”
He shrugs. “Why not you?”
I chew my bottom lip in contemplation, but I know my mind is made up. “Okay,” I blurt.
His lips curve into a triumphant smile. He steps away from me, his hand dropping from my cheek. The loss of contact makes me feel empty. With that thought, I know I should walk away, I don’t need any distractions. Especially not the male kind. Before I have the chance to change my mind, his hand connects with my lower back, and he pushes me towards the sofa that sits to the right of the stage.
Dropping down, I shift until I am against the arm, making sure to put space between us. He notices but doesn’t make any move to close the distance. Instead, he reaches to the ice bucket beside him and pulls out two bottles of water, handing one to me.
“Thank you,” I mumble.
Nodding, he leans back to get comfortable, those piercing eyes never leaving me. I twist the cap on the bottle and take a long sip, trying to wet my now dry throat. The atmosphere in here is almost stifling, suffocating me as I wait for him to speak.
“What’s your name?” he repeats his question from last night, but I won’t give in and tell him. Rule number one: don’t reveal your identity. I don’t need anyone finding out who I really am.
“Crystal.” I give him the same answer as before.
With a shake of his head, he smiles. “Yourrealname.”
“No,” I snap, my eyes narrowing in on him, daring him to argue.
“Fine, I will leave that question for now,Crystal,but mark my words, you will tell me. Now, how old are you?”
