"You're a grown woman. Just don't do anything you are uncomfortable with. And don't let Rick or any of the men that come in here take advantage of you. If you want to strip then strip but it has to be on your terms."
A gust of relief expels from my lips. At least I know if I do decide to strip I'll have the support of the strongest woman here. "You're a good person, Sash."
"I'm good to those who are good to me. You know I have your back."
"Ditto."
She smiles, a mischievous one with playful eyes. "So," she begins lowly, "when am I teaching you?"
I laugh, playfully bumping her on the side. "Not yet but I'll let you know."
Sasha has another twenty minutes before it's her time to be up on the stage. Right now Cindy is performing and her performance is lackluster. Once you see a performance by Sasha everyone else's pales in comparison. But it also doesn't help that Cindy is stoned out of her mind and tripping in her stripper heels.
I turn away from the train wreck of a sight and walk back behind the bar. The liquor here isn't the best but it's also not the worst. Everything is simple and easy. No fancy drinks. No fancyorders. Most of the time the men just order beer anyways. My job is easy but it also doesn't pay enough.
"Holy fucking hell if they aren't the two finest men I've ever seen," I hear Sasha whistle with appreciation.
And there is something in me that has me rooted to the spot. I'm paralyzed yet the back of my neck tingles and my blood begins to run hot through my veins. Butterflies swarm in my stomach as my heart pounds.
My body is physically aware of him before I even see him.
How is that even fucking possible?
Steadying my breath I will my body to calm the hell down.
When I turn around that's when I see him. And all the breath within me evaporates into thin air.
I don't know if it's right to call a man gorgeous but that's exactly what he is.
He stands nearly at seven feet tall with shoulders that are broad and carries a very muscular frame. The outline of his impressive muscles are visible from his black shirt that he wears under his Vipers MC cut. Tattoos cover his skin from his neck, down his arms and peaking out at the top of his tee. His jaw that is angular is covered by his kept beard. Plump lips that are kissable are in a firm line. And his hair, a dirty blonde kept short but with wild long pieces that dangle over his face.
But it's his eyes, those glacier blue eyes that freeze everyone yet they make me melt.
My legs tremble beneath me when he finally lands those blue eyes on me.
Gorgeous.
Oak is absolutely gorgeous.
"Cupcake.” Sasha's voice sounds like it’s in the distance.
"Yeah?" My eyes are still locked on his. Neither one of us have looked away. It's like we physically can't.
"Be careful," she warns me.
Those two words coming from her in a wary tone breaks my stare. I glance over at her and her eyes are on Oak with apprehension.
"What is it?"
Her eyes fleet back to mine. "The big guy," she begins, nodding her head subtly towards him, "his black heart is going to swallow your red whole."
My mouth gapes like a guppy fish and before I can question what made her have that assumption he stands before us.
Greedily I take him in like a woman starved who hasn't had a proper meal in weeks. It's been too long since the last time that I have saw him. And although he remains as gorgeous as he did a month ago there is a difference in him. It's not his famous stoic expression.
"Grace," he says my name in that velvet voice of his with a touch of raspiness. I let his voice caress me like a lovers touch.
The difference isn't in his voice either.
