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As I began to turn away, our gazes met and I halted. She didn't miss a beat wrapping her leg around the pole and arching her back until her hair swept the floor. That moved sent a wave of heat crashing through me and I couldn't have stopped watching if my life depended on it.
At some point my heart had begun to pound in rhythm with the music that drove her routine, and all of my blood rushed south at the same time. From this vantage point I had a fantastic view of her tits as they bounced and swayed in every direction.
She might have been on that stage doing her job, but every twist and jiggle felt like a personal performance aimed in my direction and enticing me to partake. I didn't know what her deal was, but for now I was here for it.
I pushed down against my fly, trying to get my dick into a more comfortable position before it busted through my jeans. I couldn't remember the last time I'd ached for a woman.
That thought sobered me a little. I did remember. I just didn't want to think about it. Especially while I was watching a different woman who was young enough to be my daughter. Not to mention I was now technically her employer.
I had an example to set. I glanced around the club to survey the situation and found no one paying any attention to me. All eyes were literally glued to the stage. When it came to the club, I'd not been wrong to hire her. My gut told me she was going to make us a lot of money.
As she continued her performance, I made my way through the semi empty tables and made a bet with myself that by next week this time, tonight's numbers would double. Small towns meant people knew everything about everyone and they talked. A lot.
As the president of the Sins of Wrath motorcycle club, I didn't normally want anyone flapping their jaws about us, but in this case, it would be a different story. The attention would be on her and not what my club did when no one was looking.
I rubbed at my chest and ignored the fire still burning there. This was a good thing. The more money we made without breaking the law, the easier it would be to grow the club in the right direction. We would never be fully clean, but maybe there would be a few less sleepless nights of me worrying about any death and destruction we were responsible for.
No more gun deals. No more illegal drugs. And no more sex workers. Those were my rules.
By the time I made it to the back of the stage, Sasha had ended her number and I held up my hand to help her down the stairs as one of the other girls took her place.
"You did good, kid." I said, forcing myself to keep my emotions in check as I pulled her to the side. She was a fucking natural and it wasn't only my club brothers who were impressed.
A weird look crossed her face before she finally smiled. "Thanks," she said on a heavy pant. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," she replied, her eyes sparking with excitement. Breathless was a good look on her. As was the sheen of sweat that made her skin glisten.
But if I didn't do something about that look in her eyes, we were both going to end up with the wrong ideas in our heads.
"I did, but I should probably remind you that being a part of this club comes with rules and expectations." My words were harsh and unfair. But I had to set us both straight. "We keep it professional if you know what I mean."
A look of clear disappointment crossed her face and then disappeared a moment later as she schooled her expression. "Of course. I wouldn't want it any other way."
I liked the sound of determination in her voice, but it also challenged me. Made me wonder how long it would take me to break her down. I had a feeling that the attraction between us was mutual, but those bright, innocent eyes were a constant reminder that I needed to remain hands off.
I nodded, walking away so she could rest until her next set. But as the night wore on, my resolve weakened. Every dance brought me one step closer to saying fuck it, until I was pretty sure her and I getting this out of our system was inevitable.
Maybe one night would be enough. But only one.
CHAPTER FOUR
Sasha
As the night came to a close and the club emptied out, I had to admit that my nerves were stretched and frazzled to the breaking point. I'd thought dancing without any real emotion attached to it would be easy. But I hadn't counted on someone like JD and his eagle eyes on me all night. Or the way that would make me feel.
Every part of my body felt like it was going to burst into flames every time he leveled that intense gaze my way. I needed to get back to my apartment and do something about this heavy sensation between my legs.
Sex wasn't a foreign concept to me, but as much as I hated to admit it, it wasn't my focus when it came to pleasure. As a sex worker it was just a means to an end. A basic transaction. In and out as quickly as possible and then collect the cash without passing go. I'd become so emotionally detached I had feared it was just the way I was built.
Until now.
Former sex worker. I reminded myself as I once again packed my bag and put on my street clothes. That wasn't my life anymore. I'd taken a leap of faith that I could find something better and it seemed my luck might be turning around. Eventually.
This had been a long day, and I should be dead on my feet after spending the entire day and night running around this club. But dancing had been so fun. Not to mention the cash that I'd carefully folded and zipped into the hidden compartment of my purse that was normally reserved for a gun. Having that was such a relief. I didn't have to think anymore about how I'd been down to a few coins at the bottom of my purse on my way in.
And besides, watching the small crowd watching me had given me a much needed shot of exhilaration. It was pure energy even if I didn't get it.
I don't know. Maybe it was because some people were embarrassed or ashamed of using their body to make a living. I wasn't. I'd had to get past that a long time ago. To me it was a tool. And if using that tool meant I would have my own roof over my head and food to eat, then it would be stupid to not use it.
As if on cue, my stomach growled. Speaking of. I hoped it wasn't too late to order something to go from the bar. I needed food and then sleep. In that order.
