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liquid slides down her throat. The girl manages to keep it down, which is impressive for someone who’s not legally allowed to drink yet.
“Hunter doesn’t bother her anymore.” Her voice is monotonous as she says this. I can tell that she’s forcing her emotions to remain inside, all bottled up. “But to find out everything, I need to speak to the club owner.”
“Okay…” I roll this word off of my tongue. Strip club owners are notoriously hard to get hold of.
I need to think of a plan. What the fuck can we do now? How can I solve this?
“I know what we have to do,” Cherie says, her expression stern. “I need to audition.”
“Audition?” Clearly I’m still shaken up from everything that happened this morning. It takes me a while to catch on to what she means.
“Yes.” She stares straight into my eyes, determination and trepidation plastered over her face. “As a dancer.”
Holy fuck.
11
Axel
I tap my foot repeatedly against the floor as I watch Cherie work her magic on the shift manager. She’s turned on a charm that I haven’t seen from her yet. Even though I can’t hear anything that’s being said, I can see that it’s working.
The skinny metrosexual man casts a lingering look up and down her body. It instantly sends a fiery rage throughout my body. Doesn’t he know that I claimed her last night when I put my hands on her like she begged for? How dare he?
I squeeze my fists tightly together. I'm holding them close to my sides as I suck in some deep breaths to calm myself down. Now is not the time for me to lose my shit. If I’ve ever needed to keep it together, now is the time. This isn’t about me, it’s about Cherie, and it’s about Bridgette.
“Fuck,” I whisper to myself, trying to avert my eyes. If I can look away, I might just be able to keep a hold of myself.
The brunette bar tender who was flirting with me earlier approaches me with a question. “Another drink?” she asks. She still sounds a little pissed, but I really don’t give a shit.
“Whiskey,” I snap at her. Even though I know she wants me to look at her, I still can’t drag my eyes away from the scene that’s unfolding in front of me. I know that I should at least make eye contact if I want another free drink, but I just can’t. It’s like my view is glued in one place—Cherie—and that’s the end of it.
“Yeah okay, coming right up.” Gone are all the niceties, which certainly doesn’t bode well for my freebie.
The next second, I hear the glass slammed down on the table, and that’s the only sound that can grab my attention. But as I turn, all I see is the brunette’s ass shaking away from me.
I spin back to see Cherie throwing her bag on the nearest chair and shaking off her jacket. My heartbeat kicks up a notch. Something is happening, and being out of control is fucking killing me. I’m usually the center of all plans, the one who lays down the groundwork. I don’t like relying on anyone else.
Cherie’s hands find their way to her hips, and she holds them there determinedly. She moves her neck from side to side, as if she’s gearing herself up for something, and that’s when it hits me. She’s about to dance. Here. On the stage. Right in front of all these people.
In front of me.
Oh, shit…
I shift in my seat, throwing the drink down my throat quickly. I wasn’t prepared for this. I didn’t think they did it this way. I glance around the room, noticing that there are only a couple of other guys here, so I guess it won’t even matter if Cherie performs terribly.
Not that I think she will.
I know she’s innocent and sweet, but the way that she reacted to me last night was hot as hell. She might be cute, but there’s a sensual side of her; one that could really make this work.
She steps up onto the stage, looking much more confident than I imagine she feels. I tap my fingers on the table, unsure of how I’m feeling.
Then the beat starts.
A random R&B tune blasts
“Hunter doesn’t bother her anymore.” Her voice is monotonous as she says this. I can tell that she’s forcing her emotions to remain inside, all bottled up. “But to find out everything, I need to speak to the club owner.”
“Okay…” I roll this word off of my tongue. Strip club owners are notoriously hard to get hold of.
I need to think of a plan. What the fuck can we do now? How can I solve this?
“I know what we have to do,” Cherie says, her expression stern. “I need to audition.”
“Audition?” Clearly I’m still shaken up from everything that happened this morning. It takes me a while to catch on to what she means.
“Yes.” She stares straight into my eyes, determination and trepidation plastered over her face. “As a dancer.”
Holy fuck.
11
Axel
I tap my foot repeatedly against the floor as I watch Cherie work her magic on the shift manager. She’s turned on a charm that I haven’t seen from her yet. Even though I can’t hear anything that’s being said, I can see that it’s working.
The skinny metrosexual man casts a lingering look up and down her body. It instantly sends a fiery rage throughout my body. Doesn’t he know that I claimed her last night when I put my hands on her like she begged for? How dare he?
I squeeze my fists tightly together. I'm holding them close to my sides as I suck in some deep breaths to calm myself down. Now is not the time for me to lose my shit. If I’ve ever needed to keep it together, now is the time. This isn’t about me, it’s about Cherie, and it’s about Bridgette.
“Fuck,” I whisper to myself, trying to avert my eyes. If I can look away, I might just be able to keep a hold of myself.
The brunette bar tender who was flirting with me earlier approaches me with a question. “Another drink?” she asks. She still sounds a little pissed, but I really don’t give a shit.
“Whiskey,” I snap at her. Even though I know she wants me to look at her, I still can’t drag my eyes away from the scene that’s unfolding in front of me. I know that I should at least make eye contact if I want another free drink, but I just can’t. It’s like my view is glued in one place—Cherie—and that’s the end of it.
“Yeah okay, coming right up.” Gone are all the niceties, which certainly doesn’t bode well for my freebie.
The next second, I hear the glass slammed down on the table, and that’s the only sound that can grab my attention. But as I turn, all I see is the brunette’s ass shaking away from me.
I spin back to see Cherie throwing her bag on the nearest chair and shaking off her jacket. My heartbeat kicks up a notch. Something is happening, and being out of control is fucking killing me. I’m usually the center of all plans, the one who lays down the groundwork. I don’t like relying on anyone else.
Cherie’s hands find their way to her hips, and she holds them there determinedly. She moves her neck from side to side, as if she’s gearing herself up for something, and that’s when it hits me. She’s about to dance. Here. On the stage. Right in front of all these people.
In front of me.
Oh, shit…
I shift in my seat, throwing the drink down my throat quickly. I wasn’t prepared for this. I didn’t think they did it this way. I glance around the room, noticing that there are only a couple of other guys here, so I guess it won’t even matter if Cherie performs terribly.
Not that I think she will.
I know she’s innocent and sweet, but the way that she reacted to me last night was hot as hell. She might be cute, but there’s a sensual side of her; one that could really make this work.
She steps up onto the stage, looking much more confident than I imagine she feels. I tap my fingers on the table, unsure of how I’m feeling.
Then the beat starts.
A random R&B tune blasts
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