Huh. I can’t remember the last time anyone gave a shit about these women.We are merchandise, things that do as we’re told. We don’t get the option to have boundaries here, although I try like hell to keep mine.
Instead of replying, I slide past him, brushing up against the loose, flowy short-sleeve button-up. The fabric feels expensive, luxurious.
I hear him suck in a deep breath, which forces me to hide my smile. Good, he’s affected by me. That will make things all the easier.
The sounds of his boots hitting the floor let me know he’s following me. I find the quietest spot in the entire building outside of Cano’s office and lean against the wall.
He stops in front of me, shoving his hands into his jeans that mold to his muscular thighs.
Damn, I bet his ass is phenomenal.Nope. I will not think of him like that. He’s the enemy.
My eyebrow arches as I wait for him to tell me why he needed to speak with me. I’m also ready if he decides to push and force himself on me. A swift knee to the balls does wonders for overeager assholes.
His hand swipes through the curls on the top of his head. The sides of his hair are shorter, but the curly locks on top crush against his forehead. It almost gives him a surfer vibe.
“I, umm, saw you on stage. I’m not entirely sure why, but I wanted to come and talk with you.” His eyes finally meet mine, and the shock of blue against his tan skin is arresting.
“Why?” Am I playing hardball? Absolutely. I’m not going to make anything easy for this man just because I find him hot as hell. My thoughts from when I was on stage still stand, but hemay be a way close to Cano. If I play my cards right, I could land my golden opportunity and finally be done with this hellhole.
And then what do you go back to?
I mentally shake my head clear of those thoughts. It’s easier to believe I won’t ever make it out of here than to give myself hope.
“You know, I’m not entirely sure.” He looks down the hall, almost like he’s distracted.
“That doesn’t exactly give me the warm fuzzies.”
His head snaps back to me, mischief heavy in his gaze. “What if I wanted to see if you’d go out with me?”
“Out as in a date, or out as in you pay me to fuck you and you think it’s the peak of romance?” I tilt my head in question.
“Holy shit, no.” His eyes widen to comical levels before that hand swipes through his hair again. A nervous habit maybe. “I didn’t— Dear God, I didn’t think that’s what talking to one of the dancers would construe. No, a real date. Like dinner or lunch. Hell, coffee even.” He turns his head again to look down the hallway and toward Cano’s office.
Strange.
“Hmm, I don’t even know your name.”
His head snaps back so hard I swear he gets whiplash. “Chris. Chris Roth.” His hand shoots out in front of him.
I eye it like it’ll bite me. He drops it almost immediately and waits me out.
“Well, I’d love to say yes, but it’s going to be a no from me. It was … decent to meet you, Chris.” I spin on my heel and head back to the dressing room at the same time Nico comes through the back door.
Whatever. Not my monkey, not my circus. I only have the capacity for one thing, and telling a guy that’s not where he belongs is not it.
“You ready, asshole?” Nico asks.
Chris’s demeanor stiffens immediately. He looks at me like he wants to say more but follows Nico out the back instead.
I don’t see Chris the rest of my shift. I do, however, see him in my imagination when I get home and have the best orgasm I’ve had in quite a while.
Chapter 3
Adam
What the fuck was that?
It’s like I’ve never talked to a woman before, with the stumbling over my words and being generally awkward as fuck. To be fair, I haven’t had a lot of time to work on my game with being undercover for so many years. Women haven’t been a priority. Hell, sex rarely is either.
