“Damn. I should’ve known.”
“And what is that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing offensive. You have a banging ass body, and you use it to get money. I respect it. Shit, I know I’d pay whatever to see you work a pole.”
His eyes dropped, slow and deliberate, dragging over me like touch without contact.
“Is that right, Proctor? You think I’m worth your money.”
“Hell yeah I do. A lot of it.” He dragged his finger up my thigh, making chills follow it.
“You know, I have a pole in my bedroom. I got it installed about a year ago when I decided I hated strip clubs and loved strippers.”
I grinned at him.
“What do you think about that?”
“I don’t think anything about a stripper pole if money isn’t being thrown around it.”
“Oh, there will be plenty of money thrown. But actually, that depends on how good you are on that mutha fucka.”
“Oh, I’m damn good, Proctor. I do showcases on Saturdays.”
“Showcases? So, you're the star of the show?” He smiled wider.
“Now you really making me wanna open the safe for your sexy ass.”
The word safe sent a thrill straight through me, and I hated how much I liked it.
“Good, because I’m not dancing for free,” I said carefully.
“I wouldn’t want you to. I pay for the services I get.”
“Then show me where the pole is,” I replied, and he leaned up in his seat.
“It’s in my room. We can go back there if you're really serious.”
“Oh, I’m serious.”
“Then I’ll make it all worthwhile, baby girl.
He reached out and grabbed my arm, pulling me close enough for me to feel his heat.
“I really hate you getting married,” he said quietly. “You the type of woman that I show what real men feel like.”
Proctor got up from the couch, and just from his words and the grip he had around my arm, I got chills.
I followed Proctor into the room, then went straight into the restroom to freshen up.
“Proctor!” I called out, voice echoing against the marble.
“Where are the towels? I want to take a shower real fast.”
“Under the cabinet, to the right of the sink.”
“Okay,” I called back.
The bathroom was world-class. Spacious, clean, everything polished and intentional. Tonight, I didn’t have any of my dancing gear or my heels, but I figured a towel wrapped around my body and the shoes I wore to the club would be sexy enough. After all, it’s called stripping for a reason, and eventually, I would be completely naked anyway.
