“Goodnight, Savannah,” he says, curling into his driver’s seat. He glances at the clock on his dashboard. “Or should I say good morning, considering it is 5 AM?”
“You can say whatever you like, I’m still not accepting your offer!” I shout my last six words to ensure he hears them through his now-closed door.
Grinning in a way that heats up every inch of my body, he reverses out of the parking lot and drives away.
“You don’t need to drive me. I like walking!”
I’m such a liar.
Chapter 15
Savannah
“Where does he go?” Jet asks, handing me a white towel to run over my sweat-drenched head.
I finish watching Ryan dart across the packed floor of Vipers, then shift my eyes to Jet. “I don’t know,” I reply honestly.
Just as he has done the past seven days, Ryan arrives within seconds of my performance, then leaves straight after it finishes. Considering I perform three times a night, he is either using his badge to enter without paying the fee, or Pete is lining his pockets with Ryan’s hard-earned money. I don’t know which theory annoys me more.
“Maybe you should ask him during your commute?” Jet suggests, shadowing me to my dressing station, his words breathy from a concealed chuckle.
“That would mean we’d have to communicate with more than one or two words,” I reply before stuffing my cosmetics into my bag.
Jet doesn’t hide his laugh this time around. “That would help.”
My eye roll looks classier than it should. Just as he insinuated last week, Ryan arrives at Vipers every night to pick me up. Our shameful routine matches our first tussle in the rain—minus gnawing teeth and visits to strangers’ houses.
When I refuse to enter Ryan’s patrol vehicle, he forces me into the back seat.
Unfortunately, last night’s exchange was not only witnessed by Jet and a handful of waitresses, but Ryan’s partner as well. Talk about embarrassing. His partner isn’t just pretty; she’s downright gorgeous. It is fortunate I spotted the ginormous rock sitting on her ring finger, or the jealousy I’ve been struggling to rein in the past week would have surfaced greater than ever.
Ryan flees the main floor before the silk around my thigh has been removed, but that doesn’t stop both Viper patrons and staff from approaching him. Although grateful he has never accepted any of the many offers bestowed upon him, I’m still annoyed. How many rejections does it take to get the hint? In Melena’s case, the sky is the limits. She’s sitting at fifteen this week alone, and she’s still chipping away at Ryan’s resolve.
“Prune juice.”
I stop tying the laces on my running shoes so I can lock my eyes with Jet. “Prune juice?”
Not spotting my confusion, he nods. He maintains his straightforward, carefree composure for all of two seconds before it comes undone. “Prune juice will take care of that constipated look on your face. Or a dick in your ass. Whatever you prefer.”
My mouth gapes. “I’m not . . .constipated.”
“So take choice B,” Jet replies, still laughing.
“I’m not shoving a dick up my ass.” I don’t know why I am whispering. The conversations I’ve overheard at Vipers could fill fifty erotic books. “It’s not the hole I want filled.”
Now it’s Jet’s turn to be stumped. He glowers at me, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.
I rib him with my elbow, causing him to gasp in a sharp breath. “Don’t act surprised! I’m a woman. I have needs—”
“And now my cock could drill the arctic,” Jet interrupts, adjusting his crotch.
Unappreciative of my faint giggle, Jet sneers, “If I didn’t appreciate my freedom, I’d stuff your laughter down your throat with my cock.” He grips the back of my head with his hand before gyrating his hips toward my mouth.
“Such a charmer,” I tease, knowing he is only playing. Jet can have the pick of any girl, so why would he choose me?
He waits for me to sling my bag over my shoulder before asking, “You know, if you’re not going to take me up on my offer, you’ve got another suitor dying for the same chance.”
“I’m not going out with Gerald,” I reply, gagging.
