Angelica crossed her arms, drawing my attention back down to her tits. “No, what I thought was that if I wanted to be able to pay for school then I’d better find a job that would pay enough to cover tuition, room and board.”
“A sweet thing like you would be eaten alive in a place like this,” I warned. “Why don’t you run back home to Mommy and Daddy and get them to help you out?”
Her pretty green eyes welled with tears, and she tilted her head away from me. “I wish I could run back home to Mommy but she just lost her battle to cancer. And Daddy took off a few years ago so he isn’t exactly an option either. I’m all I’ve got and if I want to pay for school, I don’t have too many options. So if you aren’t going to let me audition, then I’m outta here so I can find a different club that will.”
Fucking A. What the hell was I supposed to do with her sitting there looking so damn sweet and entirely too fuckable at the same time? I was sure to burn in hell for what I was about to do.
“You want an audition?” I asked. She nodded her head yes. “Fine,” I bit out.
Angelica got up to walk over to the stage, but I grabbed her wrist to stop her. “I thought you meant I could dance for you?” she asked with a hint of confusion on her face.
“And you’re going to,” I agreed. “But not up there. I’m sure you could cause a ton of hard-ons dancing on my stage without having to do much of anything. But if you want a job here then you need to convince me you can handle it out on the floor too.”
“And how exactly am I supposed to convince you of that if you won’t let me dance?” she asked.
“I didn’t say you couldn’t dance. I just said you wouldn’t do it from up there,” I corrected.
Angelica looked at the stage and then back at me as I pushed the chair back and scooted down into a sprawl. “You want me to give you a lap dance?” she whispered.
Just the thought of her body moving against mine made my cock leak. A blush had crept up her neck when I said “hard-on,” so I didn’t think she was going to go for it. I figured I’d scare the shit out of her and she’d change her mind.
“You wanna make enough money to pay for school, you’re gonna have to do more than the pole. A little thing like you down here offering lap dances? If you’re any good at it, you’re guaranteed to make a shit ton of money,” I explained.
I watched as her tits rose and fell while she took a couple deep breaths. “I’ve never done this before,” she admitted.
“And you don’t have to now if you don’t want the job,” I reminded her, half hoping she’d give this shit up and walk out my door.
She looked down at the ground and I thought for a second that I’d managed to do it. Then she looked up into my eyes and I could see the resolve in hers. Angelica had made her decision and strode towards me with purpose in her steps. The second she straddled my lap, I knew that if I hired her then my number one rule was going to fly out the window. She was going to end up on her back and in my bed in no time flat.
3
ANGELICA
You can do this, I chanted in my head as I climbed onto the chair. I’d walked into the club this morning excited about the chance to earn enough money to pay for school and scared about taking my clothes off on stage. The excitement was gone, but I was still scared.
Back before things went to hell, I was never one to back down from a dare. It used to drive my parents crazy that I’d do stupid stuff because one of my friends talked me into it. I guess I hadn’t really gotten past that since I found myself in this situation—about to do a lap dance for a guy I didn’t know who held the power of my fate in his hands. And of course he was hot as hell. Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome in the flesh like he stepped out of one of the romances I liked to read on my Kindle.
I could feel the heat pouring off his muscular body as I moved closer. I had no clue what I was doing but I figured it couldn’t be that hard. He pulled his phone out of his shirt pocket and hit a couple buttons. Music began to play.
“Dance for me,” he ordered in a raspy tone. The muscle jumping in his jaw was the only sign that having me in his lap was affecting him.
So I began to move. Slowly at first. I felt the music pulse in my bloodstream and pretended I was just a character in a book. A woman who’d met the man of her dreams and was driving him wild with lust. I wedged my knees on either side of his legs and levered myself up so I hovered over his body. The skirt of my dress flowed around him, covering his lap.
I undid the top buttons and let the material fall off one shoulder before leaning into him and whispering in his ear. “What’s your name?”
“Morgan,” he rumbled out his answer.
I blew into his ear and made sure to move closer so my breasts were very close to his face as I moved to the other side. I wanted this job and I was going to play this for all I was worth dammit. “And your last name?”
“Cadwell,” he replied.
I slanted back and looked into his dark, smoldering eyes. “Oh, Mr. Cadwell. I’ve been such a naughty girl,” I said with a giggle as I twirled a lock of hair around my finger.
“How bad have you been, Angel?” he asked.
I undid another button before answering, not even sure where all this was coming from other than the erotic romances that had fed my fantasies the last couple years. “Very, very bad.”
“You know what happens to bad girls, don’t you?” he growled as his hands gripped my hips, pulling me down hard against his arousal.
