“What a bitch!” Karen barked, the heat rising from her neck to her cheeks.
Slash arched an eyebrow and waited.
“Talk to Bradley about bartending.” Karen pushed out of the chair.
Before Karen made it to the door, Slash got in her face. “Youtalk to Bradley or I’m out.”
Slash needed to pick up bar shifts to ensure Karen didn’t see through the ruse.
As she made her way toward the dressing room, a group of guys stopped her for a table dance.
“My shift’s over,” Slash said.
“C’mon, baby,” said one of them. “I’ll be fun.”
Slash stepped close. “What would be fun ismeusing my switchblade onyou.”
Fear filled his eyes. “Whoa, you’re crazy.”
“You have no idea,” she said and continued through the club.
When she returned to the dressing room, Jilly had just come back from dancing.
Slash stepped close. “I had a thing happen,” she murmured.
“Did you get propositioned?”
“Karen set up an arrangement between me and a VIP member, so I’m gonna pick up some bartender shifts.”
Jilly furrowed her eyebrows. “That’s weird.”
“No shit.” Slash opened her locker, grabbed her duffle. “Do you have time to get together?”
“Sundays work best.”
“I’ll text you.” After exchanging numbers, Slash pulled on her street clothes, made her way through the club.
Once outside, she found Carrera leaning against the building, head down on his phone. With his sport coat draped over his arm and his shirt sleeves rolled up, she had an easy line-of-sight to his tattoo sleeve.
Damn, he’s hot. Total eye candy.
And now she was about to enjoy some no-strings fun. An unexpected perk of the job.
As she made her way toward him, she had the strongest urge to jump in his arms, attach herself like a monkey, and kiss him for days. With each step, her body burned for him.
Despite the major crap he’d pulled in Karen’s office, she couldn’t wait to unleash herself on him. No longer a seventeen-year-old girl, she was all woman.
And from the looks of him, he was all man.
She stopped inches away. The hunger in his eyes couldn’t be denied.
“You’re mine,” he said.
“You wish.”
“You. Are. Mine.” He tugged on a chuck of her hair. “Every time we’re in a VIP room, I own you.”
Her insides came alive.
