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I grumble out a sigh. “This chick Tasha.”
“Ooh, Tasha. Tell me about her,” she says, her New York accent heavy even for her.
“You being serious or you being an asshat?”
“This is the first woman my big brother’s shown an interest in in years! I’m serious! Do you know how happy Ma will be?”
“No,” I say firmly, my big hands tight on the steering wheel. “No telling Ma. This stays between us.”
“Fine, fine. Well? Who is she?”
“She’s Mrs. Falynn’s best friend. I met her a few years ago. I enjoy her company.”
“Got any pictures?”
I keep my eyes on the road while feeling around for my phone and unlocking it. We reach a light a few seconds later, which gives me a quick moment to bring some up from Gio and Falynn’s wedding.
“Real pretty,” Nikki whistles. “She looks high maintenance.”
“You’re one to talk.”
“Didn’t say it was a bad thing, did I? More like a woman who knows her worth. You ask her out?”
“It’s not that simple. She doesn’t do relationships.”
Nikki busies herself fussing with the heat controls on the dash. “That’s what she says. What she means is she doesn’t do ‘em with just anybody. There are always exceptions. Trust me, I’m a girl. I know how we think.”
The rest of our drive is silent, though everything Nikki said is on my mind. She might know how women tend to think, but she’s never met one like Tasha.
That’s what attracts me to her. My nickname for her might be kitty cat, but Tasha Henson is no kitten. She’s a fucking tigress ready to claw your eyes out—and it couldn’t turn me more on.
My heart beats fast whenever I’m around her and a big bulldog man like me gets nervous and dopey. She intrigues me, and I want to know more about her.
I want to be the guy who shows her not all men are bad. I won’t ever hurt her, though she won’t believe me ’til I prove myself.
But how can I when she insists she’s only involved with men when they’re clients?
I pull up outside Nikki’s apartment with an idea formulating. The question is, will Tasha agree?
Vic’s not happy when he finds out I’m taking more vacation time. I’m his biggest muscle and the next guy ain’t even close. I lie by coming up with the excuse I’m visiting some family on the west coast. Never mind the fact that all my family lives on the east or across the OCEAN in Italia itself. He doesn’t need to know specifics.
My plan can’t fail. That’s what I tell myself anyhow as I board the plane to Vegas, as I land and drive to Tasha’s apartment. She’s already left for the night, so I head to the Dollhouse.
Randall, the club manager, tries to stop me from going backstage, but I slam him against the wall. Panic spreads onto his ugly, rat face and he aims a harmless smile at me. “Hey, buddy. No hard feelings. I’m guessing Vixen owes you some time in the VIP? She does that sometimes. Gets in these moods. I’ll tell you what. I’ll throw in an extra hour—”
Bad mistake.
I growl and slam him against the wall again, my fists tightening in his shirt. “How about you don’t offer her up without asking first?”
“Louis?!”
I freeze, still pinning the sweating club managercazzoto the wall.
Shit.
This isn’t how I planned for this to go. I release him to scurry away and turn around.
“Hey.”
