Her curls? I feel like I’m wound in them already.
Those eyes? I could get lost in the darkness forever, and never wish for light.
She has a complexion so clear, I can tell just by looking at her that her skin is soft. It’s takingeverythingin me to keep my hands to myself.
If what Joy says is true, her boss is all business and no play—but I am determined to reach that playful side.
One way or another.
I place my hand over my heart. “Am I not your type? We have other strippers, if…”
Without finishing my thought, I trail off, waiting to see her reaction. She’s good though, not giving meanything.
“You’re assuming. Don’t make an ass of yourself.” Her eyes sparkle with something new, and I swear her cheeks have a reddish hue. “But no, I don’t want a different stripper. I don’t want apublicdance.”
Okay, well, I’ll take a small win for now. She hasn’t said she isn’t attracted to me.
She hasn’t exactly confirmed that sheisthough, either.
“People have already gotten dances, if you’re worried about being the first one,” I say, which is true.
Joy was the first, getting a dance from Tulip. I’m surprised she hasn’t been back for another dance yet, honestly.
If she doesn’t take the chance and ask out Tulip, I amsogoing to taunt her for the next year about it.
Maybe I shouldalsotake a chance.
I reach out and trail my fingers down the small amount of exposed skin at this woman’s wrist. She doesn’t move, but her gaze flickers between my hand and my face.
The electricity I feel, she isdefinitelyfeeling too.
“You sure I can’t convince you to accept that dance?” I give her my best puppy-dog eyes.
Her eyes narrow slightly, and IswearI see a hint of a smile. “It sounds like you really want to give me a dance.”
Lowering my voice, I let the words trail off. “Maybe I really,reallydo…”
Interrupting my near-perfect moment, Joy pops up, her eyes wider than ever and her complexion ghostly.
“Boss, I see you’ve met some of the…entertainment.” Joy shoots daggers at me with a quick look, but I don’t move.
The Christmas-hating beauty slowly removes her gaze from me, turning her attention to Joy. “I have indeed.”
“I hope he’s beenpleasant,” Joy practically hisses the last word at me, her wings fluttering rapidly. “Can I get you anything, boss?”
Her boss’s curls swish as she shakes her head. “No thanks. Felix here made me a drink that doesn’t entirely taste like a Christmas tree vomited in it.”
Joy nods slowly as her eyes travel between the two of us. She clearly doesn’t know how to act, or what to do.
What I need her to do isleave us alone.
She’s cockblocking me big time.
“So, is your name justboss?” I tease.
Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Joy instinctively raise her hand to give my arm a swat. She has self-control though and lowers it quickly, her cheeks flushing with color.
We are in her workplace, after all—and in front of her boss.
