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“You’re always in the mood,” she said with a laugh, and irritation swept through me. Saying I wasn’t interested should’ve been enough, especially since I told her I wasn’t here for her.
“You’re on the clock, and I’m busy tonight,” I replied firmly, leaning back to look up at her face. “I don’t need Lexi or Archer mad at me for distracting you from paying customers.”
“Pay for a dance then.” She giggled, threading her arms around my neck to nibble my earlobe. “It’s not like you can’t afford it.”
I wanted to shove her off me, but assaulting one of the dancers was a bad idea, even if we knew each other.
“Penny, you’re here to work,” someone said sternly from close by, and I peered around her to find Milky standing there with his arms crossed, his Reaper’s jacket on like it always was.
He was Archer’s second in charge, and I heard he got his nickname from being busted sucking on some ladies lactating tits. “Penny,” he repeated when she didn’t move, and I gave her a gentle push of encouragement.
“Sorry, Milky. I did tell her I wasn’t interested,” I said as she got to her feet, giving me a dirty look.
“Fuck you, Riley.” She stomped off in a huff, her heels clacking over the music.
I guess she just took herself off the casual list since that reaction didn’t seem too casual.
Milky glanced at Turbo, a frown tugging at his lips. “Who’s your friend?”
“Don’t ask like you don’t know,” I said dryly, reaching for my vodka and taking a mouthful. “I don’t like people dancing around their questions.”
“Hey, I just wanted to make sureyouknew who you were with.” He snorted, his eyes flicking back to Turbo. “I know exactly who he is.”
“Good. Me too. Milky, this is Ander. Ander, this is Milky,” I deadpanned, resting my elbows on the table. “Yes, Mom knows we're friends.”
“Does she know you’re here with him?” Milky asked tightly, not seeming impressed when I rolled my eyes.
“No. She doesn’t track my movements. I’m not a kid anymore.”
He glared, leaning down to growl at me. “You’re also not legally allowed to drink here, remember that. Just because your sister’s working the bar, doesn’t mean you get let off the hook. We’ve had cops in here lately, and it’s obvious you’re drunk. They’ll think you’ve been here for hours.”
“Are you asking me to leave?” I said with a small smile, knowing he wouldn’t.
He pointed to my drink, his voice low. “No more.”
“Yes, Sir,” I mocked, flipping him off once he’d walked away.
Peaches was laughing at something Turbo said, but I wasn’t paying them any attention.
Not when Luna had just walked in the door with Stanley.
ChapterSixteen
Luna
Ihuffed as I walked through the doors of Wet Dreams, the smell of sweat, sex, and beer hitting my nose. I hated being in the club and it always made me feel uncomfortable.
I wasn’t close with the workers, and even though clients usually knew who I was, that didn't stop them from leering at me. Tempest, on the other hand, loved it here for the same reasons.
I’d expected a quiet night with Stanley at his house after the drama at the track, but he got a call from one of his friends, insisting we had to come out for drinks. Well, Stanley could drink, but I couldn’t.
His rules, of course, and he needed a sober driver to get us back to his when he was done.
Not that he even seemed to remember I was with him by the way he was walking towards his friends at a quick pace, leaving me to trail behind.
“Luna? What are you doing here? Are you meeting up with Riley?” Milky asked as he stepped in front of me and cut off my view of Stanley. I frowned, glancing around the room.
“Riley’s here? I’m here with Stan. His friends wanted him to catch up with them for an hour or two.”
