She crossed her legs at the ankles and pulled them under the chair. Interesting. He was used to most women crossing their legs when they were together. Not this demure gesture.
“Are you going to tell me what the deal is or not? I have someone waiting for me.”
A man? His chest tightened. There was something that drew him to her. He wanted to make her his. Well, at least until he was done with her.
It shouldn’t take long. It never did, before he got bored and moved onto the next one. They were all the same, wanted to be seen out with him and for what he could give them. The women that he was around weren’t real, and he didn’t show the real him to them either. The man behind the mafia ties. He had presumed Monica did, but she didn’t. In the end, she was just like everyone else who had come before her and would come after her.
Enzo said Madison had come to him and needed money bad, but she didn’t say what for. She didn’t look like she was on drugs. Was the money for her? Or the money had to be for someone else. Maybe the one who waited for her.
“You got a man?” Had her boyfriend sent her to work on the pole? It seemed like she wanted to be there and wasn’t forced. Hell, some of the girls him and his cousins were seeing worked the pole, but it was to get money for themselves.
“If it’s a deal I’m going along with, that won’t matter.”
He gave a slight nod of his head. She had him there. He would have a guy find out. Maybe they were on a break. He just wanted to fuck her for a while and be done. Hell, with her attitude she might be a bad lay and just starfish. But the memory how she worked the pole replayed in his head.
“I’ll give you the money if you’re exclusive.” He leaned back in the chair and picked up a pen, his thumb poised over the button. He studied her face for her reaction.
“No. I’m won’t follow the rules of the club.” She stood. “This was pointless.”
“Under the same deal you made with Enzo. No one touches you.” His grip on the pen tightened.
She lifted her bag halfway over her head before she stopped. “Does that include you?” Her voice was breathy.
He opened his hands up again. “I won’t touch you until you ask me to.”
“No problem then. Will the split be different?” She sat back down in the chair.
“No, the same one.” He leaned forward. He had her.
“I just can’t work at any other club. For how long?” Her ponytail swung as she cocked her head.
“What do you mean?” He hadn’t planned that far ahead. He leaned back in his chair. He had only been thinking of how to get her to come back.
“For how long does the arrangement last? I don’t want to give up my other jobs if I can tell them I will be out for three months or so.” She pulled out her phone.
“Why do you think it’s only for three months?”
She looked into his eyes, and her pupils dilated. She was feeling what he was feeling. “They will get bored when they can see me every day and won’t pay as much as they do now.”
Dante steepled his fingers. “You think so?”
“Yes.”
“But you said they never know when you come in?”
“For the most part if I’m a sub for someone. I used to come twice a month.”
“Why’d you stop?”
“Some people didn’t want to accept that I didn’t follow club rules. I don’t know if you noticed what happened when I first came in with Eric. Besides.” She leaned forward and lowered her voice. “There were rumors the mafia ran it, but since you said you’re the owner, I will take the deal.”
Dante choked. This girl didn’t know who he was. Or who his father was. Eric. That was the name of the prick he wanted to kill. Would have killed on the spot. Nice and slow. If the bouncer hadn’t intervened.
From the moment he’d seen her, he had wanted her for himself.
“Can I have my money now please?”
Dante held out the wad of cash but didn’t let go of it.
