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“Monroe is a classier, watered-down version, but the same shit.” Nick cocked his head. “Looking to control us, looking for his piece of the action. The only difference is, this guy has all the fancy words to back him up—but he’s just as dangerous.”
“Maybe more so. Getting a fuckin’ award from California’s governor means he’s got a lot more than some cops on his payroll.”
“We gotta make sure we keep it tight. Tell the bouncers to vet every person who walks through the door. Don’t matter who they are, they all gotta show ID, and it goes through the scanner. That way, if shit goes down, we got a record of who was here. Plus, we can’t get busted for any underage bullshit. With his political connections, it’d be way too easy for him to bring the ABC Board down on us.”
“I’ll give Jax the word about beefing up security.” Samson headed for the door and turned back. “Seems the same shit follows us no matter where we go.”
Samson’s phone buzzed, and he fished it out of his pocket. He turned away from the sun’s glare through the window, checked the caller ID, and grinned. “Hey.”
“Hi, it’s Lisbeth.”
“Yeah, I know.” His smile widened. He’d entered her in his contacts immediately the other night.
“Just confirming our meeting on Friday.”
“All set. Come by the club around eight, and I can show you around. Give you a little behind-the-scenes before we open up, then you can sample some of the food we offer and see how the night unfolds.”
His words sounded professional and certainly made sense, but what he had in mind had nothing to do with business. Samson wanted to see her again for real, get a chance to talk to her, and find out what she’d been doing for the last ten years. Vegas could be a new beginning, a chance to clean the slate, and maybe even get a do-over and pick up where they left off all those years ago without the baggage and bullshit.
“Sounds good. See you then.”
Samson swiped away her call, and Nick nodded to the phone. “Lisbeth?”
“We got a meeting on Friday so she can take a look at the club. I’ll give her a tour and show her how it all works.”
“As long as the tour doesn’t end with Lisbeth on her back.” Nick deadpanned.
“Very funny.” Samson schooled his voice, but Nick’s words set off all kinds of erotic fantasies.
Samson slid his hands under the silk robe all the dancers wore, and she shivered as the cool night air nipped at the sensitive flesh of her thighs. He snuck his hand into her thong, slipping one and then two fingers into her scalding heat.
“You’re fuckin’ soaked for me.” He curled his fingers until he hit her spot, and she rode the heel of his hand.
Lisbeth moaned from the sheer pleasure, then even louder when he snatched his hand away, tearing her thong’s flimsy material from her body.
He held it up in the crook of his finger and smirked. “These are mine now.” He shoved the silky material into his jeans pocket.
He cupped her ass, lifting her against his hard body. She eagerly wrapped her legs around his hips, and when he pushed away his jeans, she eased her hand between them, gripping him, guiding him.
“Ohhh fuck, yeah, I want you so bad,” Samson growled in her ear. “I need you so bad.”
He shifted his hands on her hips and thrust forward. Lisbeth arched her back to welcome him. “Almost there, baby, almost—”
“I’m guessing she looks as good as she did back in the day?”
“She’s attractive.” Samson weighed his words, not wanting to jinx himself before she even got to the club.
“Attractive? You usually rate women as smokin’ hot or hot-as-fuck. Plus, I see that look on your face.”
“What look?”
“The look that says you’re gonna hit it with her even though you know it’s a shit-poor idea.”
“Fuck you.” Samson rolled his eyes.
“Or did you forget I’ve known you since we were on the corner boosting cars and selling the parts?” Nick hit him with adon’t bullshit melook. “I’m also thinking you wanna start up where you left off ten years ago. Only trouble is—you can’t go back. Never a fuckin’ good idea.”
“Nope, strictly business.” He refused to give Nick any satisfaction. Fuckin’ childish on every level.
