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“Me.”
“Really?” She gives me a once-over, then stands from her stool, setting her book down. “Since when?”
“Since I’m fucking looking for someone.”
She rears back and I have to remind myself to calm the fuck down.
I change my tone to lie, saying, “Oksana said Cia was back here somewhere.”
Six months ago, I went on one date with another dancer here, Cia, or Stacia when she’s working. It was terrible—the conversation, the chemistry, the everything—and not even a full date considering I ended it early using a fake excuse. She’s a nice girl, but… I don’t know what it was exactly. She just wasn’t for me. Unfortunately, because I didn’t tell her that myself, everybody, including Cia, is under the impression that I have a hard-on for her. As much as I hate to continue the rumor, it helps my case if I make it seem like I do in this instance.
Someone who actually does have a hard-on for her though, is Cyrus, and he takes her to Lost and Found a lot.
Promise regards me for a beat before asking, “What do you want with Cia?”
“What do you think?”
“I think I can give you what you’re looking for instead.” I’m about to turn her down when she whispers, “For cheaper,” stepping into me with deft hands that unbutton my shirt so fast my chest and abs are exposed before I push her away, shaking my head at her. And myself. Mostly myself.Fucking focus.
Promise’s eyes roll toward the ceiling as she retrieves her book. “I heard your dick ain’t that good anyway.”
“Fuck you.”
“Fuckyou,” she spits right back, sitting down and burying her nose in the pages again.
My hands burn with the urge to snatch the book out of her grip and tear it in half.
I’m running out of patience and this bitch is pissing me off the longer she holds me up with her bullshit. I don’t know who Lenox is in a Lost room with right now but I saw her go into one.
She could be with a dancer.
She could be.
Or she could be with Cyrus. He uses these rooms for business as much as pleasure, and he never, ever wants to be found.
“Who wants to be found?” I repeat.
“Right now?”
I jerk out a nod even though she’s fully engrossed in whatever she’s reading.
“No one.”
“None of the rooms want to be found?”
She shakes her head.
“How the fuck is that even possible?”
Silence is my answer.
I count the doors. “Give me room five.”
“Lost?”
“Yes, fucking Lost,” I snap again, making her look at me.
“I thought you were wanting to watch…”
