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I walk inside and almost miss Patrick’s response against the heavy beat of music in the club.
“He’ll definitely be paying me.”
Patrick’s deep laughter follows me until the front door closes.
Rushing past the bar, I race upstairs and attempt to make it to the dressing room without running into anybody. Granger sits at the upstairs bar, his dark gaze tracing my path as I run past him.
Thankfully, he doesn’t follow me, and I’m able to get into costume without him watching me get dressed.
Granger’s patience is wearing thin with me. He hasn’t demanded sex in the months I’ve been using him, but I can see in his expression lately that the day is coming when he’ll lose that patience.
That just happens to be the same day I’ll stop playing the game with him and switch to a new game with a new man.
The problem is, the only man I’ve had a chance to meet is just as dangerous as Patrick said. But his wallet is deep, and I’m sure his bank account is something I could tap without worry of it bleeding him dry.
Once dressed, I haul ass up to my cage thenshut the door to dance to the beat that surrounds me.
Granger takes his usual place at the bottom of the stairs and I attempt to lose myself to the music without worry of all the problems stacking up in my life.
It’s too bad I only get an hour of being worry free before one of those problems climbs the stairs to the second floor and traps me in his amber stare as he makes his way to the bar.
I look down to see that Granger has spotted him too, a scowl stretching his lips.
What have you paid for now, Damon?
Shutting my eyes, I dance like no one is watching. And like there aren’t two men with their possessive stares pinned to me.
The sound of the cage door opening forces my eyes open again. The bastard was brave enough this time to walk up my stairs and retrieve me.
“If Granger sees you — “
He grips his strong fingers around my arm and tugs me forward. Fury rides the color of his beautiful eyes. But it’s not directed at me.
“We have two hours tonight. I decided that time would be best spent in one of the back rooms.”
I don’t even want to know what those two hours must have cost.
My attempt to pull my arm from his iron grip fails. Our stares collide in that moment, my pathetic attempt at refusal warring with his desperate need for something I’m not sure I recognize.
The fact I can’t read him terrifies me.
This isn’t just some guy wanting to be teased. Damon’s expression is set on more than just a backroom dance.
“You never paid me for last time.”
He reaches in his pocket with his free hand then pulls out a wad of hundreds. Holding them up, a snarky smile curls the corner his lips.
“This enough?”
Yeah, I think. Enough to pay my bills for the rest of the year. I can’t even begin to guess how much he’s holding. The wad of bills is too big.
“Maybe.”
His lips curl up into a knowing grin.
“Let’s go, Blue. Time’s ticking.”
Another tug and I’m following him without protest. My easy willingness surprises me, but then again, I am curious about the odd mood he’s in tonight.
