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I’d avoided the club for the past week because I knew I couldn’t handle seeing Vaughn dancing there. I'd just been wasting my time in different poker games around Vegas. When I met her the night of her birthday, I didn't peg Vaughn as a dancer. There was just something different about her. I knew I couldn’t avoid the situation forever but I wasn't ready to deal with the fact that the woman I'd been dreaming about for the past week was a fucking stripper. That must have been where I'd seen her before when I got the feeling I knew her from somewhere.
I made my way up to my reserved booth and kept my eyes open for Vaughn. I wasn't sure what I was going to say to her but I needed to say something. After a half an hour, and already too many drinks, I still had yet to see her anywhere. The stage lights went dark and the D.J. called Vaughn and Vanessa to the stage. No. Fucking. Way. Just thinking about those two insanely hot women, that I've had multiple dreams about, dancing together was making me hard. Hot for Teacher by Van Halen blasted through the club. That little school girl outfit Vaughn had on was incredible. I would love to shove my hands straight up that skirt and grab her ass as she wrapped those pretty little legs around me. We kept making eye contact and my dick had totally forgotten she was a stripper and we don’t fuck around with strippers anymore.
“Wait a second…Van Halen. Vaughn Haley, Really now?” That shit almost made me laugh until I realized I was pretty damn positive someone had lied to me. It was at that moment, Vaughn reached around to unsnap her bra. There was no way the first time I’d see her tits was the same as three hundred other guys. I was too pissed to enjoy them anyways at that moment. Better time than any to go take a piss. When I heard the song had finally ended I made my way up to my booth to hopefully spend some time with Ashlynn. If nothing else, at least I could get a massage. But it seemed like all the regulars were booked with some big shot VIP party. Shit. But I guess that’s how we made money.
As I sat back down, I saw Vaughn making her way toward me, drink in hand. The last thing I needed was another drink. She tried to talk to me but only asshole spewed from my lips. I felt lied to, and humiliated by her and Rose. Rose knew how I felt about dating strippers. The more she tried to be nice the bigger of a jerk I became. I knew I crossed the line when I said something about her being a MILF. I hated to see Vaughn fight back the tears. But I wanted her to hurt the way I was hurting.
Not long after, I saw Jade go to the main bar, talk to Vaughn and drag her up to the VIP party she was catering to tonight. Did they really have to be right next me? I guess I could have just gotten up and left, but there was no way in hell my jealousy would have let me do that. I could tell Vaughn was being extra flirty with the guy. I could actually hear her. Was she doing this just to get to me? When she stood up with Mr. NFL, I recognized him immediately. Though he was great on the field, off the field he had a dirty reputation with the ladies. I couldn’t believe Vaughn would actually go into the private rooms with anyone so soon. That was it for me. I needed some air.
I walked out to my bike and grabbed a joint I kept hidden in on the side compartments. Some may not agree with this method to control my anger, but it was better than hitting a wall. I took a few hits and it was all I needed to feel my body relax. When finished, I returned to Damon’s office and started scanning the security monitors.
“Something you’re looking for I should know about?” Damon asked, curious.
“Has Vaughn come out of the private room? She’s in there with G and I know he has quite a reputation with the ladies and she’s new to this,” I asked trying to act more concerned than pissed off.
“I have no idea. But there’s security in there if anything goes wrong and Vaughn knows how to handle herself,” Damon answered. His brow furrowed and his eyes squinted, showing me he was both irritated and perplexed by my attitude. “What the hell is going on with you and Vaughn?”
“Nothing. I was a dick to her and I need to apologize. She went off with G and I got concerned. These are my girls too, Damon,” I reminded him.
Damon knew there was more to it than that. He’d known me too long not to. “I lost two good girls because of you once, don’t go fucking around on me again. Even if she is only here for the summer.”
“That was a long damn time ago, will you stop bringing that shit up? And both of those girls weren’t any good and you know that. Plus, you know how I feel about strippers,” I continued to argue with him. What did he mean she would only be here for the summer? My mind was fucking racing now. Even though my head kept telling me to stay away, that she’s no different than any other stripper, every other part of my body was completely drawn to her.
I waited in the back office until I saw Vaughn starting to make her way to the parking lot with Bobby, our security guard. Now that I’d sobered up, I needed to apologize for what I said to her earlier. That wasn’t me. That was anger and disappointment, mixed with way too many shots.
I stepped out of Damon’s office as they passed by. “Vaughn, can we talk please?” I asked her.
“Nope, I really don’t have anything to say to you. Bobby, can you please take me to my car?” She continued to walk right past me.
“I’ve got it from here, Bobby,” my tone left no room for argument. Bobby was Damon’s younger brother, and one of the few people who knew I was a silent partner. That knowledge was most certainly had him obeying and going inside to wait for the other girls.
“You’re joking, right? What, because you're some famous poker player and the boss’s friend, people around here jump at your command?” Vaughn was beginning to yell at me and I could tell she was upset. Great, I’ve done it again.
“Calm down, butterfly. Just let me walk you to your car.” I placed my hand on the small of her back and gently guided her out the door. “Which car is yours?” She pointed to the sleek looking purple Dodge Challenger. Okay, I wasn't expecting that one. She noticed the surprised look on my face.
“My ex liked muscle cars. I couldn’t help but fall in love them also,” Vaughn explained. Ex? That was damn good news to hear, but the way she talked about him made it sound like she was still hung up on him. Damn it. Why did I even care?
“Look, butterfly. I’m sorry for my behavior tonight. That wasn’t me. The comment I said to you was horrible and if I could take it back I would,” I apologized as we stopped next to her car.
“You can’t and it’s fine,” she lied, her right hand digging around in her purse; doing her best to avoid eye contact with me.
Oh, that is not good. A woman saying things are fine is the kiss of death. “Please look me.” I gently lifted her chin up to meet my eyes. “I really didn't mean it. Let me take you to go get some breakfast so I can explain.” Doubt clouded her eyes, but I could tell she was the type of girl that needed an explanation.
“The girls told me I shouldn’t go out with clients,” she answered, a cute smile tugging at her lips.
“Good thing I’m more than just a client. Give me your keys. I only have my bike tonight and we’ll need to get a helmet for you before I can give you ride.”
The laugh that came from her almost caught me off guard. “Yeah, I don’t think so, nuts. No one drives my car but me.” Nuts? Damon. I needed to remember to kick his ass.
“Really now? A woman in control. I like that,” I said as I climbed in the passenger seat. “I know a diner at the end of the strip that serves some amazing pancakes. Sound good?”
“Nope. I have a better idea,” she said as she drove down the strip. She flipped on the radio and Why Can’t I by Liz Phair came blaring through the speakers. Slightly awkward, but weirdly appropriate. She hopped on the freeway and I had not a clue where my butterfly was taking me, but I was definitely intrigued. Part of me wanted to ask where we were going but I was enjoying the mystery of her.
During the twenty-minute drive there wasn’t much conversation. Vaughn was definitely a music person. About every other minute she was changing the radio stations. She had the windows down, which had her hair blowing in her face, but she continued singing along to every song. My butterfly was a fun person to watch. I still had no idea where she was taking me when we pulled into a condo complex. However, when we pulled into her garage, the lightbulb went on. Holy shit, this girl took me to her house. Fuck! Damn, maybe this girl is more than a stripper. Shit, when did my instincts get so bad?
“My dog hasn’t been let out all night, and why pay for pancakes when I can make some excellent ones right here? Just don’t get any crazy ideas, nuts.” With that she got out and ran inside the house. Well, didn’t I feel like a dumbass.
