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“You don’t have any money either.”
“Who says I don’t?”
“I thought the whole reason you married my mother was for her money.”
“No.Mymoney. I have an inheritance and stake in the family business that my brothers are keeping from me because apparently I’m too impulsive.”
She raises a brow at me as we stare at each other.
“Don’t say it,” I mutter.
“Your pants are full of cum and your stepdaughter is sitting in your lap.”
She said it.
I stare at Mia’s beautiful face. What if the mistake I actually made was marrying the wrong Bianchi woman? This girl’s far more my speed. She’s wild. Sexy. Funny. If I were her husband, I would throw everything I had into making her happy and knocking her up.
“Thanks for the offer, but I’m fine. And I need to keep working because I haven’t hit my target for tonight.”
I feel my eyes nearly bug out of my head as she stands up from my lap. “You’re going back out there?”
Mia looks up at me in surprise.
No.
Tasha looks at me.
She’s wearing her cool, professional mask and wearing a cloak of confidence despite the fact that she’s stark naked. And wet. I can see how her pussy lips are glistening. What I wouldn’t give for one lick.
“Of course I am. I’ll see you at home.”
She’ll see me athome?I get to my feet as my temper hits the roof. “You are not working in this place one second longer.”
She rolls her eyes. “Oh, please. Don’t act fatherly after what we just did. I’m not quitting because you tell me to. This is my life.”
I want to shout, or better yet, haul her over my shoulder, but I can feel that bouncer one second away from throwing me out for real this time.
“I told you, I’ll look after you.”
Mia gives a scornful laugh. “You? Why would I rely on you? I don’t trust you. My family hates you more than they hate me, and you could disappear at any moment. I’ve got my future to think about, and I can only rely on myself.”
On the one hand, I’m proud of her for standing up to me. On the other, fuck that for a joke. She’s leaving this place and she’s not stepping in another strip club as long as she lives. I pull my wallet from the back of my jeans. “How much to hit your target?”
“I thought you were broke?”
“I’m buying-a-business broke, not cash broke. It’s hundreds of thousands I’m owed, not pocket money. How much?”
She considers me with her head on one side. “Three thousand.”
In this seedy place? I doubt it, but I don’t care. I slap eight hundred into her hand. “There. I’ll Venmo you the rest. You’ll get the same next week, and the week after, and the week after. Now get your shit and let’s get out of here, okay?”
Mia holds the bills, glaring up at me. “I’m not letting you become my sugar daddy. If you hate seeing me in this place so much, you don’t have to look.”
“You’re not going to be my sugar baby.” I grind my teeth together and then burst out with, “You’re going to be my girlfriend.”
Mia’s mouth falls open. “Are you insane? How’s that going to work when you’re married to my mother? Don’t let one lap dance make you lose your head. You’ll be over me by morning, and I’ll be worse off than ever. Just take the money back, I don’t want it.”
She thrusts the bills at me. I pinch my brow and growl. Always with the annoying details when none of that matters right now. I’ve put my marriage to Giulia Bianchi in one compartment and the life I actually want to live in another. Mia’s in the compartment with the things I actuallywant.
