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I felt like my brain was all discombobulated, like I was on a damn roller coaster of emotions. After a great couple nights of getting to know Nathan, we'd had that awful morning at the Paris Hotel. Yet that had nothing to do with him. But it made me realize that I was not ready to do this dating thing yet. And now my new job, one VIP in particular, was already causing Nathan and me to argue. But argue for a good reason, I mean he was jealous of G—Ah— G. Richard Grovanski, NFL playboy. The man tipped me enough to pay three months of rent and wanted to take me out to dinner. That man made me feel sexy as hell, but he was a client, and I was beginning to learn his reputation with women.
On my way to pick up Ali, I called Vanessa. “Hey, girl. Got a minute?”
“Hey, teach. Sure do, what’s up?” she asked.
“So long story short. Nathan and I have been flirting…and arguing back and forth for a couple weeks now. Last night we had a long talk and we admitted we have feelings for each other. But this was only after he heard I spent another evening with G and received a three thousand dollar tip,” I explained to her.
“Holy shit. Is that what was in the envelope?”
“Yes.” I also told her about how he wrote me note, asking me out to dinner. “I have no idea what the hell to think. Both guys are clients, and I remember what Ashlynn said about it all getting messy. Nathan’s a regular, G’s famous. What the hell do I do?”
“Girl, there’s no set rule about dating clients, but think about where this all will lead in the end. There’s a world beyond The Cave, don’t get caught up in all of this. Here’s what I will say. Nathan is one of my best friends. He's a good guy. G is hot but has reputation with the ladies. Think carefully before doing anything. Oh and on a totally different note. You've been booked by a VIP tonight that requested you in all black leather.”
“Really? Who?”
“I don’t know. I wasn’t told,” Vanessa explained.
“Hmmm. Okay. I can make it work. Thanks for listening. Let’s get together on Sunday,” I suggested.
“I…ummm…might be busy. I’ll see you tonight.”She hung up abruptly.
What was Vanessa’s change in attitude about? It was like she didn’t want to tell me something. I'd have to talk to her tonight. Today was all about Ali. Not having kids of my own made me love these times I got to spend with her even more. There’s something fun about being the cool auntie. Plus, it gave me a chance to just forget the drama and get some retail therapy in. Today our plans were lunch and the mall.
As much as I tried to focus on Ali, all day my mind kept wandering to my VIP request that night. I haven’t been at the club long enough to have regular requests, so this was a bit odd. I assumed it was G. I mean who else would it be? Would he expect more? Would I make another three grand? Should I go out with him? Does that make me a prostitute? Damn, I needed to work on my mind running wild.
That evening, I found the sexiest leather get-up I could and got ready for another night of half-naked dancing. Whoever it is, I knew my limits and would not compromise that for any amount of money. But I definitely wouldn’t mind dancing for G again. There was something about him that made me feel like a sexy woman. I needed that right now. Almost as much as I needed the money. Not that Nathan didn’t make me feel sexy, but G was different. I checked the VIP names and saw it was booked under the name Newt Sackage. Really? I understood using a name to not get identified, but grow up gentlemen.
Before I started my evening, I scanned the parking lot to see if Nathan’s truck was parked out there. Nothing. No Harley either. That morning he'd once again thrown me for a loop when he said I would be a good mother someday. I knew I had to tell him, but when? Part of me was hoping Nathan was my VIP tonight, and yet another part of me wanted it to be G. Either way, I looked hot and I was going to dance my ass off for whoever paid to be with me. I just hoped it wasn’t the dirty, old man from my first week, but I highly doubted he was a VIP.
I wasn’t sure how I felt when I switched on the lights and saw Nathan sitting there. The way he stared at me, with such desire, such lust, sent a shiver all the way up my spine. I was definitely falling for him and for that same reason I was disappointed. The last time I was requested in a private room, I made big money. Money that would pay three months’ worth of rent. Something about taking money from Nathan felt completely wrong. I wasn’t there to fall for a guy, I was there to make some cash.
After some arguing and persuading, Nathan convinced me to go to Laughlin with him for a few days. He was playing in a poker tournament and I figured the time away would be a nice break. There was only about a month left before my summer vacation was over and I had to go back to my everyday life. He told me I could come and watch him play, but I felt like me being there would be a distraction for him. I’d much rather spend my days lying by the pool and reading, or shopping if I had the money.
On the drive to the casino, Nathan told me about being a silent owner of The Cave and his ex-girlfriend, Jordyn. It now made sense now why he had this constant hot and cold attitude towards me. He said dating a dancer was something he would never do again. What did it mean for us? I had the urge right there to tell him I was really a broke ass teacher and only started dancing so I didn’t have to move home with my mother and her nudist boyfriend. But the thought of being honest terrified me. The risk was still just too big. I did tell Nathan about my divorce, yet not the complete truth on why. After the rejection I had felt from what happened, I wasn't ready to share my brokenness with any other man. Damn, I really hated not being honest.
We checked into our suite a little before two in the morning, and we were both exhausted. He had to be in the poker room by eight in the morning, so I knew he needed to get to sleep. I wasn’t going to be the reason Nathan wasn’t on his game for the tournament. I couldn’t even imagine playing for something where first prize was over a hundred thousand dollars. Poker was Nathan’s job and I wasn’t there to distract his concentration in any way.
“What’s wrong? You’ve been too quiet since we got here,” he commented as we entered our room.
“Nothing, honey. I promise. I was just thinking about how I don’t want to be a distraction for you here at this tournament,” I answered.
Nathan laced his hands around my waste. “Did you just call me honey?”
Shit. “Yeah, I did,” I admitted, embarrassed. I tried to wiggle out of Nathan’s hold but he wasn’t letting me go.
“Don’t you try and get away from me, butterfly,” he whispered as he pulled me into a tighter hold against his body. “You're so cute when you get embarrassed,” he kissed my nose. “Your cheeks turn the prettiest shade of pink when you blush,” he kissed both of my cheeks.
“You may call me honey or any other name you want as long it comes from these sweet lips,” his passionate kiss caused my entire body to break out in goosebumps. I gasped for breath when Nathan pulled away from me. “So, I didn’t want to assume anything about the sleeping arrangements. I got us a two-bedroom suite.”
“You really are a gentleman aren’t you?” I asked.
“Ryann, I want to sleep next you. I want to hold you and watch you relax in my arms. But I'm not going to push you into anything you aren’t ready for,” he whisprered against my lips.
He made me nervous. Nervous in such a good way. He said all the right things just when I needed him to. I was definitely excited for what the weekend could entail for us. There was no way in hell I was going to sleep in a separate room. Reckless abandon it was.
“C’mon,” I grabbed his hand and led him into the larger of the two bedrooms and closed the door behind us.
