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her into an icy bitch, and her normal manners had flown right out the window. She’d been abrupt and ill-mannered and she’d spent the entire day feeling awful about how she’d treated him. He’d shown her a wonderful time last night and he hadn’t deserved her behavior.
Maybe that’s why she was kind of hoping she’d see him tonight. It was better that he hadn’t come, though. He’d gotten the message, and there was no reason to prolong the inevitable. They had no future together. She had her business, which was her only goal for the future. Her plans didn’t include a man. Relationships were too messy, too unpredictable.
She really had no business feeling disappointed that he hadn’t shown up tonight. Yet, it was nearing midnight and she realized she’d actually expected him to show up. If that wasn’t the ultimate in ego deflation, she didn’t know what was.
Well, fine. This was better. And exactly what she wanted, and needed. No entanglements, no attachments, no emotional feelings for men she’d fucked.
“How ’bout it Grace? Is tonight our night?”
She lifted her gaze to Wayne Malone, one of the most attractive men she knew. Wicked smart and a self-made millionaire by the time he’d hit thirty, Wayne had been after her for over a year now. And she’d led him on one hell of a wild ride, enjoying the game of chase and not-quite-catch. She figured Wayne enjoyed it, too, which was why he kept coming back and spending all his wonderful money at her club.
“Not tonight, Wayne,” she purred, tipping her fingernail under his chin and pressing a light kiss to his lips. “I have a headache.”
He laughed, as if he’d already known her answer. He caressed her cheek. “Some other time, maybe.”
“Maybe.” But they both knew it was never going to happen. It rarely happened with her clientele. Her regulars were aware of how picky she was about fucking her clients. And the newcomers figured it out pretty fast.
But it had happened last night, hadn’t it? She’d been so goddamn easy she was surprised Mike hadn’t left fifty bucks on her nightstand. She’d spread her legs and whimpered and begged and damn near shouted out that she loved him. Then she’d come. And come. And come some more.
Her nipples hardened against her halter, her pussy clenching. But she felt empty.
It was ironic. Wild Nights was filled to capacity; there was a crowd outside waiting to get in. And Grace was lonely. Because the one man she wished had come tonight wasn’t here.
SEVEN
Wild Nights was packed as usual the next evening. Grace was insanely busy, but still found herself often hovering near the front door. Mike wasn’t coming. She might as well cast him from her thoughts and her life. It was over.
“Looking for someone?”
Grace turned at the familiar deep voice behind her. “Denver!” She hugged and kissed him, allowing him to pull her into his embrace. Denver was one of the few men she genuinely liked and trusted. A regular for a couple years, he was charming, sexy and wickedly dangerous to a woman’s libido. She’d never had sex with him and he’d never hit on her. His casually charming demeanor made him easy to be around.
And, as she recalled, Denver was the one who’d garnered the invitation for Mike. Not that she was going to ask about him. Not at all.
“It’s so nice to see you here. Are you alone tonight?” Damn. She just couldn’t let it go, could she?
“I’m always alone, gorgeous. Why? Are you wanting company?” He arched dark brows above chocolate brown eyes that would melt any woman’s panties right off. His sharp, angular features belonged on the cover of a fashion magazine, his lean, chiseled body encased in jeans and a tight T-shirt that showed off time well spent in the gym.
“Are you offering?” she shot back with a wink.
“I might be.”
That would be a first. Though she wasn’t at all interested. And Denver was an incredibly appealing man. But her thoughts were
Maybe that’s why she was kind of hoping she’d see him tonight. It was better that he hadn’t come, though. He’d gotten the message, and there was no reason to prolong the inevitable. They had no future together. She had her business, which was her only goal for the future. Her plans didn’t include a man. Relationships were too messy, too unpredictable.
She really had no business feeling disappointed that he hadn’t shown up tonight. Yet, it was nearing midnight and she realized she’d actually expected him to show up. If that wasn’t the ultimate in ego deflation, she didn’t know what was.
Well, fine. This was better. And exactly what she wanted, and needed. No entanglements, no attachments, no emotional feelings for men she’d fucked.
“How ’bout it Grace? Is tonight our night?”
She lifted her gaze to Wayne Malone, one of the most attractive men she knew. Wicked smart and a self-made millionaire by the time he’d hit thirty, Wayne had been after her for over a year now. And she’d led him on one hell of a wild ride, enjoying the game of chase and not-quite-catch. She figured Wayne enjoyed it, too, which was why he kept coming back and spending all his wonderful money at her club.
“Not tonight, Wayne,” she purred, tipping her fingernail under his chin and pressing a light kiss to his lips. “I have a headache.”
He laughed, as if he’d already known her answer. He caressed her cheek. “Some other time, maybe.”
“Maybe.” But they both knew it was never going to happen. It rarely happened with her clientele. Her regulars were aware of how picky she was about fucking her clients. And the newcomers figured it out pretty fast.
But it had happened last night, hadn’t it? She’d been so goddamn easy she was surprised Mike hadn’t left fifty bucks on her nightstand. She’d spread her legs and whimpered and begged and damn near shouted out that she loved him. Then she’d come. And come. And come some more.
Her nipples hardened against her halter, her pussy clenching. But she felt empty.
It was ironic. Wild Nights was filled to capacity; there was a crowd outside waiting to get in. And Grace was lonely. Because the one man she wished had come tonight wasn’t here.
SEVEN
Wild Nights was packed as usual the next evening. Grace was insanely busy, but still found herself often hovering near the front door. Mike wasn’t coming. She might as well cast him from her thoughts and her life. It was over.
“Looking for someone?”
Grace turned at the familiar deep voice behind her. “Denver!” She hugged and kissed him, allowing him to pull her into his embrace. Denver was one of the few men she genuinely liked and trusted. A regular for a couple years, he was charming, sexy and wickedly dangerous to a woman’s libido. She’d never had sex with him and he’d never hit on her. His casually charming demeanor made him easy to be around.
And, as she recalled, Denver was the one who’d garnered the invitation for Mike. Not that she was going to ask about him. Not at all.
“It’s so nice to see you here. Are you alone tonight?” Damn. She just couldn’t let it go, could she?
“I’m always alone, gorgeous. Why? Are you wanting company?” He arched dark brows above chocolate brown eyes that would melt any woman’s panties right off. His sharp, angular features belonged on the cover of a fashion magazine, his lean, chiseled body encased in jeans and a tight T-shirt that showed off time well spent in the gym.
“Are you offering?” she shot back with a wink.
“I might be.”
That would be a first. Though she wasn’t at all interested. And Denver was an incredibly appealing man. But her thoughts were
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