Page 75 of Delivered in White

I gasp internally when I see the man’s eyes shift from Britta’s ass to my face.Yes!

Smirking flirtatiously with him makes it a fun game, even if a twinge of guilt tickles my belly. I’m just playing a part, nothing more. I’m not touching anyone. It’s harmless, and Trino’s the one who put me here.My husband… put me here…

The thoughts start to go bad…

My smirk turns into a scowl, legs burning all of a sudden because I’m squeezing too tight.

Scrreee!

The scrunch of skin against pole makes me unfold my snake-like position and hit the floor abruptly.

Britta looks over like a cockroach just stepped on stage. And she’s right too. A dancer trying to regain her balance on heels isnotsexy. But unlike my first day, I’m not giving up.

Default twerk alert!

Shaking my ass while bending all the way down to look through my legs is something of my specialty. It’s not like my ass is perfect for it like some of the other women, but it’s toned with enough jiggle to wave down a drunkard.

He’s back.Yes!

Fssh!

The hundreds come raining! Twenty of them, at least. He must be a partner at one of the firms, and he must betrashed.

Britta rightly crawls toward him on stage, taking her time to thank him with her seductive eyes, then spins so her legs hang over his shoulders. She wraps them and brings his face right up to her covered slit.

Damn she’s hot. Even I feel a tickle sometimes. So much confidence…

It makes me wonder if Trino fucked her.Of course he did. Different girl every night.

More bad thoughts. Sometimes they’re not so easy to uproot. We were both thrust into each other unwillingly – just our luck there was real chemistry.You can’t fault him for a past you were never a part of, Capri.

As our song wraps up, I wiggle my fingers at our rainmaker, while Britta gives him a sensual kiss on the cheek, lingering a few seconds too long.

So that’s how she traps them.

We gather the money like Cinderella cleaning the floor, and in the moment when it’s just the two of us, she glares at me.

“Almost cost us a few grand with that wobbly fawn routine.” Her tone is so even I can’t tell how angry she is.

“’Twas an accident, Queen Bee. I hope you’ll find it in your black heart to forgive me.” I put my hand to my chest. Oh yeah, I dropped the stoic Misty persona I adopted day one. Now I’m just… Capri with less clothes.

She rolls her eyes and gets to her feet, strutting off the stage without me.

As I’m about to follow, my gaze is pulled to the front door.

Oh my God.

It feels like I fell into a pool that was struck by lightning. My body freezes with little electrical pulses pinching me togetthe hell out. It’s not a bunch of mobsters like I feared. It’sGil!Michael Phelps lookalike, water master lawyer,Gil.

My old life!

It’s made its wayhere!

I yelp and shuffle as fast as I can off the stage. His eyes didn’t find mine, at least I think. Would he even recognize me with all this makeup and different hair?

If anyone would, it’shim. He’s seen me at my most vulnerable – drowning with twenty pounds of scuba gear on me, then again half-naked in a bathing suit.Ah.

Oh my God. Oh my God.

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