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I made my way through the back of the club, my eyes darting to the changing room for the girls.
“You need some company tonight, Playboy?”
My gaze fell on Raine. She waltzed over to the door and leaned against the frame.
“What do you have in mind, sugar?”
She shrugged and draped her arm over her head. “Whatever you want, baby.”
Raine was one of the first girls I had slept with when the strip club opened, and she had been clamoring to get back into my bed since. “Don’t you think Tank and Rebel will mind me honing in on you?”
She reached out and trailed a finger down my chest. “You know they won’t mind. Hell, Tank would probably join us.”
That was true, but it wasn’t anything I was interested in. “Maybe another time, Raine.” She should have gotten the hint by now that I wasn’t interested in her anymore, but obviously, she hadn’t clued into it yet. Adding Tank into the equation was her latest ploy.Hard pass.
“We all know you don’t want to be alone tonight, Playboy.”
I gently grabbed her hand and dropped it. “Who said I was going to be alone?”
She scoffed and pushed off the doorframe. “Waste of my damn time,” she mumbled under her breath.
My eyes darted around the room filled with loads of mirrors, half naked women, and a plume of hairspray that hung in the air. Nothing held my attention for more than a second. “Have a good night, ladies,” I called.
I made my way down the hallway and pushed into the main room with a nod to one of the prospects who was guarding the door from the dressing rooms into the club.
Next Saturday, I would be one of the poor saps making sure the drunks don’t get too handsy and try to run back to the girls when they get off stage. I was going to make sure the prospects took all the shit duties, and I can hopefully find a corner to sit in and just keep an eye on everything.
Prospects were supposed to have the shit jobs. I had been down the prospect path, and I had no intention of heading back down it even if Barracuda told me to do it.
Vivid Vanessa was on the stage, and she had the attention of every dick in the room. The one girl who had yet to look my way, and I was strangely okay with it. She had moves like no other on the pole, but something made me take a step back from pursuing her. She seemed like she would want a whole hell of a lot more than I had to offer. She didn’t mess with any of the club guys, and she just had a classy air about her.
I was at the door when a petite hand grabbed my arm. “Looking for company tonight, Playboy?”
Bray. I looked her up and down and smiled. “Maybe, but you might want to put on some more clothes. It’s pretty chilly on the back of my bike.”
Bray flitted her long lashes. “Give me ten minutes? I need to count my drawer and change.”
I nodded. “Meet me at my bike.” Bray wasn’t exactly what I was looking for, but she would keep my bed warm for a bit.
“Ten minutes,” she promised. She turned on her heels toward the bar, and I pushed open the door to the outside.
My bike was in the front row and off to the right. Four other bikes of club members stood parked by mine, and there were about twenty other cars in the lot. My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I pulled it up to my ear.
“‘Sup?”
“Where you at?” Six-Gun asked.
I sat down on my bike and pulled my keys out of my pocket. “Just leaving the club.”
“You got someone here looking for you.”
I stuck the key in the ignition but didn’t turn it. “Who is it?”
“A chick.”
That wasn’t really surprising. “You wanna be a little bit more specific than that?”
“Brown hair. Dressed like a fucking librarian. Possibly hot if she took off the glasses and her eyes stopped darting around like a scared animal.”
