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“Brenda,” the waitress whispered, appearing almost taken aback by the question.
“May I call you Bren?”
She nodded, her lips trembling open around her assent. “Sure.”
“Bren, please take me out now.”
She didn’t have to be asked twice. Eagerly, she fumbled my dick out of my jeans, her sexy, practiced smile covering her instant of surprise and insecurity. She probably wouldn’t enjoy this any more than I would, but we both knew how to play the game.
It was all I had left.
CARLY
Nausea coated my throat.I lingered outside the VIP room just long enough to see the brunette waitress/stripper/lap dance girl undo Giovanni’s pants. Her hand dipped inside and she made a purring noise that reached me even a few feet away. I whirled around to grip the railing that ringed the upper level before I could glimpse his cock.
I didn’t want to see it. Not like this.
I wasn’t a virgin. I’d had a couple of lovers back when I lived with my Aunt Patty in upstate New York, after Mia had moved to the city to start her life as an adult. High school boys that hadn’t rocked my world, but had gotten the job done with various degrees of success.
Since I’d been in the city, I’d fooled around with a guy or two as well. Never going past second base. Always thinking about the one man I would never have.
He’d laughed at me tonight when I’d mentioned the date that had fueled my fantasies for months. He’d pushed for it after all. Mia certainly hadn’t. She’d done everything in her power to ensure I stayed away from him, and in the end, the strongest deterrent had been Giovanni himself.
But I wasn’t stupid. Growing up as fast as I had after the situation with my sister, I knew not to take things at face value. For two months, he had treated me with the utmost care. He’d behaved as a complete gentleman even when I’d pushed the boundaries of flirting. I’d teased him, I’d worn my most revealing clothes and tempted him with baked goods—and my goods of the flesh. He’d flattered me with compliments and gifted me with those sexy smiles of his, but he hadn’t so much as uttered a dirty word in my general vicinity.
Tonight, he’d gone all porn-soundtrack-in-training, and I wasn’t buying it. He was trying to chase me away on purpose.
This wasn’t about him not wanting me. This was about him wanting me too much, and not thinking he should for some reason. Why, was the question.
He wasn’t scared of my sister—or for that matter, her soldier-at-arms, Fox. The fact that my sister didn’t want him near me probably wouldn’t have given him more than a moment’s pause. Heck, it might’ve even increased my attractiveness in his eyes. He was known as a fighter who eagerly,gleefullybroke the rules. Yet Mia and her snarls would run him off?
Not frigging likely.
There was more. So much more, and I needed to figure out what.
Stomach churning, I stared down at the main level. Two women were working the pole in tandem to the bass-heavy R&B music that was playing, and the crowd was eating it up. Money was scattered across the stage, an offering to the naked gods.
I’d never seen more horny men in one place. To be honest, I didn’t think I’d been missing much. The whole place made me uncomfortable. My skin prickled with a low-grade flush. Or maybe it wasn’t low-grade. Thank God I didn’t have a mirror to check out how bad the damage was.
I still couldn’t believe I was here.
My eyes narrowed as a cage lowered from the vaulted ceiling on the other side of the room. That offered a brief distraction from the stage. The woman within twisted and gyrated, the recipient of the money the men shoved through the bars. Those dollars touched more of her skin than the guys’ hands did.
What must it be like to drive a man into a frenzy while you stayed safely removed? All eyes on her. She wouldn’t ever doubt if she was sexy enough for an experienced, older man like Giovanni. Sheknewthat every man in the place wanted to take her home.
My gaze snagged on the piles of green clinging to the floor of the cage. And she was getting paid. Handsomely, from the looks of things. She wouldn’t have to scrap for chump change at her minimum wage job that wouldn’t put a dent in her upcoming student loans.
The men could look, but they couldn’t touch. She was their fantasy, close but not too close. She held them riveted. It was the ultimate tease.
She was in control.
The sound of a moan in the room behind me spurred me into moving away from the rail. I stumbled down the hall, the sickness in my belly spreading upward to burn hot in my mouth. I’d forgotten it momentarily, but now it was back, the bile twice as thick. She was touching him. It was her choice. She was desired so much that no man would say no.
She was in control.
My phone rang in my purse and I dragged it out, holding it to my ear without checking the readout.
“Car?” My sister. “Where are you?”
