“You are beautiful.”
“Thank you.” I carefully slid off the trench coat, letting it drop to the floor. As she took in the outfit, something in her eyes changed. “I??—”
She lifted her hand, standing up and walking toward me. I watched the floor, fiddling with my nails as she got closer. Her finger went under my chin, lifting my head so my eyes met hers. Her eyes watched my lips, and I was pretty sure she could feel my racing pulse. She grazed her lithe fingers down my body, her feather-light touch going down my neck, arm, and side. Her fingers lingered slightly on my almost healed scar. When her hand got to my hip, I froze, paralyzed like a deer in headlights at the soft caress.
“Do I need to stop?”
“I—” I didn’t know if I wanted her to stop. “No, no. I’m getting over…something, but I'll be okay.” My belly tensed as she ran her fingers up and down before she abruptly pulled her hand away from me.
“You wanna dance?”
“Possibly,” I muttered. “Hawke won’t let me work at Roadhouse, so here I am.”
She walked to the other end of the office, and she grabbed a chair from the corner by her bookshelf. That was when I realizedthe office was bare of personality. It was mediocre black and red with dark art on the walls. The books weren’t creased, so they weren’t being used for their purpose.
Blaize set the chair in the center of the room, sitting and watching me as she hit something on her phone and music played. It sounded like Latin music, but I could be wrong. I didn’t plan on stripping anytime soon, but I might be able to deal with lap dances with beautiful women. Her thighs parted as she waited for me to do something, that cocky grin on her lips burning into my flesh. I timed my footsteps to the music until I was standing between her spread legs. My arms ran up my sides as I moved my hips to the music in a full circle. When my eyes I met her face again, she was unfazed. I grimaced, thinking I was doing a horrible job and embarrassing myself, but I pushed through. She wanted a show? I’d give her a fucking show.
I kicked my legs over her lap and straddled her hips, my hands gripping the head of the chair. My hips started to rock into her as I kept intense eye contact with her. Being this close to her, her almond eyes were a beautiful shade of honey, mixed with chestnut brown. She might not be giving me a reaction, but her blown pupils were.
I ran my hands down her chest, feeling the curve of her breasts, and it took everything in me not to let the moan fall from my lips. She didn’t stop me. I reached behind me, unclasping my bra, letting the lace material release my boobs, before throwing it in the corner and running my hand up my chest. I leaned into her, keeping my hips in a constant beat until my chest was in direct contact with her eyes. Fuck me. Why was this so hot? It was not my first time giving a lap dance, it was just the longest one I'd done. I’d only gotten to straddling the hips before a make out session started, and whoever I was with would fuck me or vice versa. The music slowed, and so did mymovements. I rested on her lap, my bare chest heaving from the energy I put into that.
Blaize’s face was tense, a flush of color kissing her cheeks, giving me a sign of her reaction when her words didn't. The only other physical signs she showed was how tight her jaw was clenched, and I swear there was a blood vessel that was about to pop in her forehead.
I slipped off her hips, feeling a throb between my legs, and I knew when I peeled myself out of this set these panties were going to be drenched. Bending down, I grabbed my bra. The breath was stolen from my lungs as she grabbed me and pushed me until my legs bumped into something firm.
“I don’t trust you,” she abruptly snapped. The change in her tone made me jump slightly.
“I’m sorry?”
Her fingers dug into my chin, snapping my head to hers as her shirt brushed against my nipples. I looked at her lips, licking mine, and then snapped my eyes back to hers. I shouldnotwant to kiss her right now. That goddamn lap dance made me horny, and I always had shitty taste in men. Maybe my luck was the same with women.
The short nails she had bit into my jaw, causing me to wince slightly, but I wouldn’t break eye contact with her. “Hawke might trust you, but I don’t. I don’t know what you did or who your pussy persuaded, but I’m going to watch you. One slip up and you're gone.”
“I. Didn’t. Sleep. With. Anyone,” I hissed behind gritted teeth.
“I don’t care what you did, Kadence. One fucking mistake, and you will regret it. Do you understand me?” I swallowed the bitter words that laced my tongue, and nodded. “Good girl. Annika will show you the club.”
She let go of my face, and I rubbed my jaw as I watched her walk back to her desk, pulling out her phone and telling someone to come and get me. I was stunned at what she accused me of, calling me a whore when she didn’t know shit about me. If I didn’t need money, I’d tell her to shove this job up her fucking ass.
I slipped my bra back on when there was a light knock on the door, and a blonde girl with pink streaks walked in with tight pigtails, wearing a schoolgirl's outfit with pink fishnets that matched her hair. She had hickeys that she tried to hide on her boobs, but the top wasn’t covering her well. Her smile was big and bright as she looked at me.
“Hi!” she beamed, a little too chipper for the vibe in the office.Read the room, sweetie. Read the fucking room. “I’m Annika. Blaize said I need to show you around the club.” She pulled me into a tight hug, but I stayed still, unable to process her happiness.
“I'm sorry, I’m not a big touchy person right now.”
“Shit, I’m sorry. My love language is physical touch, and I love hugs. I’ll ask for consent next time, I promise.”
“You’re fine. I’m Kadence, by the way.”
“Nice to meet you. Let’s go!” She took my hand, and just as she closed the door, I heard Blaize release a line of curses.
It took a total of twenty minutes to tour every aspect of the club. The private rooms were all different; some had beds, which I thought was odd since it was a strip club, but I didn’t question it. Annika was speaking, but I really wasn’t listening to her upbeat attitude. My mind was still wiring everything that happened in Blaize’s office.
I didn't know what was wrong with that woman, but she was a raging cunt. I knew when she touched me, my skin was electrified in an instant. My body reacted to her, and my pussy was still soaked. What the fuck was wrong with me?
“The club closes at two every night except for Friday and Saturday. It’s open later,” Annika went on.
“That would make sense since it’s the weekend.”
