Page 19 of On the Double
Okay, now I was really lost. “I’m not pretending. I really don’t know you.”
“Okay,” she said mockingly.
“Am I missing something? Did we sleep together?”
“I wish,” she huffed. “No, but wouldn’t that be nice.”
Far stranger than Fox was the woman in front of me, playing mind games with me as she rang up my purchase. “Okay…um…I’m just gonna pay.”
“In sexual favors?” she teased.
I very carefully held out my card for her. “No, with this shiny, plastic credit card. It strictly pays for purchases. Not at strip clubs,” I added.
She looked at me funnily. “That’s weird.” She took the card from me and examined it. “Why wouldn’t it work at a strip club?”
“Because they usually work in cash,” I explained.
“Oh, right,” she laughed. Then, as if she finally got the joke, she nodded. “It doesn’t work at strip clubs because you don’t go to them. I just got that.”
“Right,” I said, glancing behind me. When I turned back, she was staring off into space, completely ignoring the fact that she was in the middle of ringing me up. “Hello?” When she didn’t answer, I waved my hand in front of her face. I still got no response. Did that mean I didn’t have to pay for the food?
6
HARPER
He couldn’t be serious.He didn’t go to strip clubs? What kind of man didn’t like to see naked women dancing on stage? Not that I was particularly in tune with what men wanted, but it seemed like a pretty obvious form of entertainment for the male species.
Then again, maybe he just hadn’t come across the right woman strip dancing for him.
I swung my hips to the side as I gripped the pole and slid down into the splits, wincing at how much it hurt. But I would take the pain for the sexy man sitting in the front row. His eyes heated into molten lava as he zeroed in on the apex of my thighs. I was wearing a barely-there thong, giving him just enough of a peek to see what I had in store for him. I was definitely taking him home tonight.
Grabbing the pole, I used my upper body strength to haul myself back to my feet, but I didn’t stop there. I swung my legs in the air, spinning myself around and around, using only my muscular arms to hold me up. My sweat-soaked hair clung to my neck and face as it whipped with every spin.
I wrapped my legs around the pole and let my body fall backward. My breasts nearly slipped from the confines of my bralette, but somehow stayed in place. For my finale, I pressed my hands to the floor and did a half cartwheel until I landed on my heels. There was no need for me to cock my hip orshoot him a wink. I already had the sexy man on his feet and marching toward me.
As he jumped onto the stage, I felt my heart pounding in my chest. He stalked right up to me, wrapping his arm around my slick body and pulling me against him. His hot breath mingled with my own as he threaded his fingers through the hair at the base of my neck.
He leaned in close, whispering in my ear, “I have to?—”
“Ma’am.”
“No!” I cried out. I was so close to hearing what he had to say, and then this idiot interrupted my daydream. Now, I would never know what the dream version of him was about to say.
He cocked an eyebrow at me, staring at me like I was crazy. “Are you okay?”
Huffing, I rolled my eyes. “Fine.”
“Are you sure?”
Irritated, I decided to move on. The fantasy was over. I would never know what the sexy man was about to say. “Did you need something?”
“Just to check out.” He shook his card in front of my face. “Remember this?”
“Of course, I remember that,” I snapped, taking the credit card from him. “I’m not stupid.”
I thought I heard him snort slightly and narrowed my eyes.
“I didn’t say you were. But you did space out for about two minutes.”