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CHAPTER1
Lexie Monroe
“He’s here again tonight,” Darien stated, looking down at me through hooded eyes. His eyebrows lifted up and down suggestively, and I couldn’t help but blush a little at his blatant insinuation.
“I should have never told you I had a crush on him,” I scoffed with a playful eyeroll, my embarrassment at his teasing obvious.
Darien laughed under his breath. He shook his head, his smirk growing to epic proportions, and I couldn’t help but smile along with him. His good mood was always contagious.
“Pfffft. I would have found out anyway. If not from you, someone else would have spilled the tea,” he winked, flicking a makeup brush against my cheek. He stood in front of me, scrutinizing my makeup before he nodded and returned to working on blending in my contouring. He loved making me and the rest of the girls the wet dream version of us that Las Vegas demanded.
The men here would accept nothing less.
“Yeah, you’re probably right,” I sighed. A pause hung heavy in the air before his tone shifted.
“He hasn’t asked for a dance with anyone else. Me thinks he’s waiting for you,” Darien remarked, his tone holding a touch of hopeful promise that I didn’t want to look into too much. It was possible that he was right, but then again maybe he wasn’t.
“Maybe,” I murmured with a blush, and my voice was breathy in a way that revealed my fluttering heart. Darien looked into my eyes knowingly and I only flushed that much hotter.
The image of Kane Lockhart loomed in my mind’s eye. He was the kind of man that women dreamed about.
Big. Broody. An absolute beast of a man…
I closed my eyes, imagining his dark gaze boring into mine. He was the perfect image of rugged masculinity. Dark, tousled hair framed his face while a thick beard covered his jawline. A scar slashed across his right eyebrow, giving him a tough exterior, while his eyes, deep and intense like pools of dark chocolate, seemed to tell a thousand stories with a single look.
He wasn’t a small man by any means. On the exterior, he was built like a body builder, massive, toned, and powerful. I could tell each and every muscle in his body was sculpted, even beneath the expensive Tom Ford suits he wore whenever he came to the strip club I worked at.
I bet he could pick you up and toss you around like a ragdoll while he bounces you up and down on his cock.
I shook my head. He didn’t think of me that way. It just wasn’t possible. I was just some girl at a strip club to him. I danced and that was it. It never went beyond that.
Even though you want it to…
He came often enough that I considered him a regular at the club, but he always followed the rules, which was frustrating to the thousandth degree. Not only that, but he only sought me out. He never asked any of the other girls to dance for him, and I didn’t know if that meant something.
I wanted it to mean something.
You want him to pick you up, carry you into a private room, and fuck your brains out until you pass out from the countless orgasms he forces from your quivering body.
“Stop fantasizing about his big dick, you little hussy,” Darien teased, and I sat back with a pout, embarrassed that he was absolutely one hundred percent right. He chuckled, his gaze sparkling with amusement. He punctuated his words with a smirk and a quick flick of the brush against my other cheek, blending out the pink blush with expert hands.
“It’s funny how you’re the one to mention his dick first,” I scoffed, and his smirk grew wider. A heated flush rose up my neck and my cheeks, likely fucking up his makeup job, but I didn’t care. Darien knew how to work with it. That’s what made him so good at his job.
“I just want you to experience what a nice… thick… juicy…co…”
“Dare! You’re so bad,” I said, cutting him off while blushing even hotter.
“You love me,” he said with a wink.
“I know,” I grinned.
Darien had been my best friend for as long as I could remember. We’d known each other since elementary school. We’d grown apart for a little while when our school districts put us in different middle schools, but we’d come back together in high school. Now we both worked at Lunar Elegance, a high-end gentleman’s club in the center of the upscale Henderson district in Las Vegas.
We thirsted after men together, and on more than one occasion, we’d played the field beside one another just to get the other a date with their current crush, but it had been a while since I’d had the energy to date anyone here in this city.
Las Vegas, while a mecca for tourists and gamblers alike, didn’t exactly present many opportunities for the kind of man that you would bring home to mom for Thanksgiving dinner. In retrospect, that wasn’t really important because I didn’t exactly have anywhere to go other than Darien’s house when that particular holiday came around anyway.
I sighed.
