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“Anything you like. Nothing client-facing, but I’m sure we can fit you somewhere in the back end.”
“How kind of you,” she said through gritted teeth and I saw the color rise on her cheeks. An angry color.
Was she mad at me? But… why? I was just trying to help her.
“I beg your pardon?”
“And so you should, you Neanderthal! Wake up and join the twenty-first century! It isn’t a crime to be a stripper,” she spat.
“Of course, it isn’t! Where did you get that idea?”
“From you!” she yelled. “You looked down your aristocratic nose at my job and offered to create a fake job for me just to get me off the stage!”
Was she high?
“I was just trying to keep you safe, Celine. I don’t care if you’re a stripper. There’s nothing wrong with the profession.”
“Oh really?” she asked with a dangerous smile that made me take a step back. “You don’t think there’s anything wrong with me taking my clothes off in front of men?”
“Not at all,” I said firmly. “It’s your body. Your choice.”
She took one step closer to me, and this time, I held my ground.
“And what about lap dances? Doesn’t it disgust you to know that I’m shaking my booty in the face of a man who’s dying to get his hands on me?” she taunted.
I clenched my jaw in anger at the very thought, but I could hardly say that aloud because I had no claim on Celine. She could shake that glorious booty at any man she liked, and if I wanted to twist his head around one-eighty degrees and snap his neck clean, that was my problem. Not hers.
“No,” I bit out, as she stared up at me with a knowing look.
She turned and walked over to the chair, and tossed me a smoldering look over her shoulder.
“If you want to help me, buy a lap dance from me, Donovan,” she challenged. “I don’t want a fake job. I want to do the one I’ve already got. I normally charge twenty bucks for a lap dance in the VIP room, but seeing as how this is the Ritz Carlton, I’ll do it for a hundred.”
I knew she was testing me, but I didn’t know why. Under all that smolder, I knew she was deeply angry, and while I knew I had triggered it, I had a feeling it wasn’t all about me. What I did know was that this issue with Monani wasn’t going away anytime soon. Which meant that Celine was not going back to work for a long time, and she was going to be hurting for money before the week was out. She had a child to feed and mortgage payments.
I knew I had fucked up by offering her a job at my company. She was too proud to accept what was clearly a handout. But I did want to help her out financially, and if that meant I had to pay her for lap dances every single day from now until Tia forced her brother to back off from Celine, I would do it. Even if it killed me. And considering that just watching her dance made my dick hard enough to drill a hole through my jeans, I had a feeling her lap dances might just kill me after all.
“You’re on,” I said loudly, and she froze.
Well, well, well. That was something Ms. Kramer hadn’t expected, after all. She was just fencing with me. It was time to call her bluff. I wondered if she was desperate enough to go ahead with this.
CHAPTER 6
CELINE
Fuck! Fuckitty-fuck!
I was just taunting the saintly Mr Donovan because he had looked down his gorgeous nose at me. I certainly didn’t expect him to go along with it. Was he seriously going to pay me a hundred bucks for a lap dance?
I stared at him over my shoulder for a moment to decide if he meant it, but his expression was unreadable. Maybe he was trying to call my bluff. But he was messing with the wrong woman. What His Holiness didn’t know about me was that I would go to any extent to win a dare.
I wouldn’t take his money, of course, but I was going to make him sorry because Saint Marcus had just messed with the wrong girl. I didn’t know why his reaction had upset me to this extent, because I was used to people thinking the worst about me when they found out what I did for a living. It wasn’t such a big deal. But somehow, it stung me to know that Marcus thought less of me just because I was a stripper.
It was so easy for him to make it in life with his privileged background, but it wasn’t so easy for a nobody from nowhere with a useless college degree and a lifetime of debt repayment ahead of her. Stripping paid me enough to make a debt-free life a possibility. Hopefully within the next five years, if I was careful with my money.
But McJudgy over there knew nothing about the harsh reality of my life, so it was easy for him to make assumptions. It was time to teach him a lesson. I knew he expected me to back out and let him play my savior. But he was wrong.
He could stuff his fake job where the sun didn’t shine becauseIwas callinghisbluff. I was going to give him the hottest, steamiest lap dance of his life and leave him with an aching hard-on before I went on with my life.
