Page 5 of Stealing the Dancer
“Well, maybe a few dances, but it’s one guy.”
“What room?”
“Not that room.”We both know which one I’m talking about.It’s averyVIP room, and only a few girls work it.That room could get him shut down faster than anything, but I don’t point that out.
“I have nothing to wear.”I motion to my short black skirt and top that fits me like a second skin.
“Don’t think he wants you wearing anything, so it doesn’t matter.”
Right, he wants me to get naked and rub against him for six grand.This place has really killed my fairytale dreams about love.There is no knight in shining armor because I had to break myself out of the castle.
Then Quinn’s words ring in my ears.She’s gone one day, and I’m already wavering on the line I drew.
“You know, I know a guy that makes IDs.”
“What?”That gets my attention.Stowe really knows how to make a deal.
“Not cheap.”He whistles.
Of course not, and I bet I already know the price.
Six grand.
ChapterFour
MACK
My foot bounces with nervous energy as I wait in the champagne room.I check my watch for the tenth time in as many minutes and sigh impatiently.What’s the holdup?The cocktail I brought in here with me is long gone, so I crunch on the ice.I’m just about to go out and ask what the fuck is going on when the door opens.
My drink is halfway to my mouth as every muscle in my body freezes at the sight of her.Whitley slowly steps into the private room before closing the door behind her.Her eyes are downcast, and her wavy dark hair is over one shoulder, but the rest of her is practically glowing.
Her skintight tank top and skirt are all black, but there’s gold across her skin that makes her look like she’s been dipped in honey.She puts one foot in front of the other as she comes closer, and I finally have control over my body again.
Placing the glass on the table next to me, I lean back on the couch and just watch her.I’m supposed to be asking questions and finding out why she’s here, but the sight of her this close has removed all other thoughts.
Finally, when she’s right in front of me, she comes to a stop, and her bright eyes meet mine.They’re rimmed with dark kohl, and it makes her look sultry and wanton.Every inch of me is hard and aching as the soft music that was playing before changes.
“I thought I’d choose the playlist?”She says it like a question, and I nod in approval.
The song is sexy and slow, which I like because I’m in no hurry.She begins to put her knee on the couch, and when I reach for her, she stops.
“You can’t touch.”She says it softly and then nods behind her.In the corner of the room, I see a camera that I didn’t notice before.There wasn’t a flashing red light earlier, but it must have not been on until she walked in.
“Sorry.”This time when I lean back, I drape my arms along the back of the couch so I don’t make that mistake again.“It’s my first lap dance.”
She lets out a huff and looks away, and I have a feeling she doesn’t believe me.
“It’s true,” I tell her because it is, and also because I want her to trust me.
Her eyes meet mine again, and I never want her to look away.“You’re joking.”
“Not in the slightest.”My breath hitches when she puts both her knees on the couch and straddles my lap.Her skirt is already so short, but it rides up, revealing some of her panties.It’s frustrating because I can’t see the color with how dark it is, but when she rocks her hips forward, I stop caring.
When her hands rest on my shoulders, she cocks her head to the side.“You paid six thousand dollars for your first lap dance?”
Six thousand?So it looks like her boss pocketed the other four thousand I paid.Fucker.“I wanted it to be special.”
“I’m sorry to disappoint you.”Her hands slide down my chest, and I want to purr with how good it feels.