“Oh god, Poppy, get down,” Alice hisses at me.
“Sorry! Can’t hear you!” Throwing my head back, I laugh as I live out all myCoyote Uglydreams in this uppity bar, where absolutely no one else is dancing.
Chapter Three
I’ve just finished walking the floor of the Wild Card. I fucking hate this part of the job, rubbing elbows with pompous assholes, making them feel like they’re long-lost friends and family. It works, though. They all spend more when they think they’re in with the owners of the casino.
I’m making my way out, passing by one of the bars on the main floor, when something catches my attention. Not something.Someone. I stop.
“Mr. Russo, everything okay, sir?” one of the security guys asks when he notices me staring.
“Yeah.” I nod as I head towards the bar, pausing right in front of the woman currently standing on top of it while belting out very off-tune lyrics to the music that’s softly playing in the background.
I wave a hand at the bar staff, who are trying to coax the woman down. I lean over the counter and pick up a towel, holding it up over the woman’s thighs.
“Turn the fuck around,” I growl at the assholes currently staring right up her fucking dress that is doing nothing to hide the black lace covering her pussy under it. “Ma’am, I’m going to need you to hop down.” I smile at her, and when her eyes meet mine, my dick fucking stirs to life.
Big, round, blue eyes. Pink lips that pout down at me momentarily before she goes back to singing—or attempting to sing.
“I’m sorry,” a woman beside me says.
I turn and see that she’s blushing, embarrassed by her friend’s antics.
“Poppy, get down, now,” the girl says.
“Ma’am, you really do need to listen to your friend here and get down off the bar,” I say, looking back up at the woman.
Poppy.I roll the name over in my head. What kind of fucking name is that? Cute, that’s what it is.
Long, blonde locks flick around her cheeks as she shakes her head at me. Then she kneels down until her face is close to being level with mine. “Do I look old enough to be ama’amto you?”
“No, ma’am.” I smirk.
“It’s Poppy. And you, sir, are ruining myCoyote Uglymoment.” Her finger pushes out and taps against my nose.
I blink in surprise at her. People don’t touch me. Who the fuck is this woman?
“You’re currently standing on a two-hundred-thousand-dollar bar top in heels, doing god only knows how much damage to the wood. You can either jump on down, or I’ll pull you down. Your choice,Poppy.”
Her friend gasps. “Holy shit. Poppy, down, now.” She reaches for the other girl’s arm and starts pulling, making Poppy lose her balance.
I drop the towel and catch her before she face-plants to the ground. My arms tight around hers and those round tits of hers pressed up against me. Inhaling, I’m hit with a cherry scent. I wonder if she tastes as good as she smells.
When she’s on her feet and not at risk of falling, Poppy presses her hands flat on my chest. Her fingers digging into the fabric of my jacket. “Jeez, you got rocks under there? You are hard.”
My lips tilt up. She has no idea just how hard I am, having her pressed up against me, having her scent assault my senses.
“You should tell your boss that he’s a dumbass if he’s spending two-hundred thousand dollars on a bar top. Bars are made for dancing on,” she announces.
“I’ll be sure to let him know.” I laugh, knowing my father won’t find the humor in it that I do.
“You can let go of me now.” She smiles, doing nothing to actually step back.
“Sure.” I shrug and remove my hands from her hips.
Poppy’s eyes dart behind me. “Oh shit, are they kicking me out? You can’t kick me out. It’s my best friend’s last weekend of freedom. She’s getting married, and she’s going to have babiesand I’m never going to get to do this with her again. So, please, just… maybe don’t kick us out.”
“Congratulations,” I say to the friend.
