Lo shakes his head. “Pathetic.”
“That’s the best I have.”
Lily touches her chest. “I like club dancing, but I’ve never personally given a lap dance.”
“And Daisy has?” Ryke asks in disbelief.
“She said she did it once.” Lily relaxes against Lo’s chest, and he holds her close.
Ryke lets out an angry breath. “You do realize that ninety-percent of a lap dance is basically the same thing as when a girl fucks on top? You know,ridingthe guy.”
“I don’t think Rose wants to take the lap dance to that level on camera.”
Our talk is cut off by a scraping noise. I watch Scott drag a dining chair into the living room, the legs scratching the hardwood.
When he places it in the center, he taps the frame of the chair. “Take a seat, Connor.”
I don’t take kindly to orders unless there’s a greater benefit for me. And in this instance, there’s none.
All eyes and cameras hit me, waiting for my reaction, wondering, quietly, if I’ll adhere to Scott Van Wright’s simple request. Rose stands impeccably straight, her bones hardened and stiff. All I see is fear, something that I desperately want to take away.
I stare right at Scott and break the strained silence with a few words. “Take a seat, Rose.” My gaze never leaves Scott, not even as the humor abandons his eyes.
“That wasn’t the bet,” Scott says.
“I’m amending the terms.”
Rose’s heels clap against the hardwood as she struts to the chair. She sits down with her shoulders pulled back and her ankles crossed as if she just took her fucking throne.
My body heats just watching her.
I redirect my attention to Lo, who has his arms splayed over Lily’s shoulders. “You’re still going to see a lap dance. You okay with that?”
“That’s all I want.”
“Wait.” Daisy holds up her hands and then points at me. “You’regiving Rose a lap dance?”
“Yes.” I untuck my black button-down from my slacks.
She smiles brightly. “Okay, we have to record this.” She turns as if she’s going to get a camera, and her elbow knocks into Savannah’s Canon Rebel. “Oh…right…never mind.” Only Daisy, a girl who’s swarmed by photographers for her job, would momentarily forget that we’re all being filmed.
“This I have to fucking see,” Ryke says, settling on the couch next to Scott. Everyone takes seats, ready for the show.
But I lock eyes only with Rose as I approach her. She white-knuckles the side of the wooden chair, afraid and anxious and aroused.
She trails my body as I unbutton my shirt, and her breathing deepens.
The unknown is frightening for her.
But it can be the wildest, most tempestuous out-of-body experience she’ll ever have.
Get ready, darling. This may spin your head.
CHAPTER 10
ROSE CALLOWAY
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