Page 9 of Ride Hard
I paused as one of the girls sashayed toward him, and I narrowed my eyes. She bent over, giving him an eyeful of her rack, and whispered into his ear. When her hand rubbed against his chest, a wave of something I didn’t want to acknowledge passed throughme.
On the surface, she was offering him a lap dance, but everyone knew for the right price, it would finish with sucking the hard-on they had rubbed out moments before. Yeah, that was right. Everyone knew, but they just didn’t talk about it. Otherwise, the club would get shut down for operating as an illegalbrothel.
The thought of Chaser paying for a blowjob from a mouth like that made me want to puke.Ugh, why did I care?Maybe the fantasy of a handsome man coming to save me was getting my rocks off. It wasperverse.
But to my surprise, instead of following the girl to a private room, he waved her off. She straightened up and pouted, looking rather pissed. It wasn’t often attractive guys came into strip clubs, because they could get their cock massaged for free anytime, anywhere, by anyone. So when one did, all the girlspounced.
Yvette said he hadn’t been looking at the girls, so maybe he wasn’t yanking my chain. Notentirely.
Once the stripper was gone, I stepped past the group of men I was lingering behind and slid into the booth opposite Chaser. He raised an eyebrow and leaned forward, resting his elbows on thetable.
“Look what the cat dragged in,” he said, giving me the once-over. His gaze lingered a little too long on my breasts, and I thumped my fist onto thetable.
“You need to leave me alone,” I said, giving him the biggest stink eye Icould.
“You can cry and beg all you like, darlin’, but I’m not goinganywhere.”
Don’t let his hotness dazzle you, Sloane, I thought.He’s trying to lure you into his trap. This isn’t about sex. It’s about a paycheck. Money means more to him than a quickfuck.
“How many times do I have to say no before you get the hint?” I asked, practically seething. “Is that how you treat all women, or am I just special likethat?”
“I’m not a rapist, Sloane,” he said with a chuckle. “With a face like this? I don’t need to force any woman onto my cock. They just slide righton.”
“Some men like the fight,” I retorted, squeezing my thighstogether.
“Seems like you do, too.” He leaned closer, his teeth tugging on his bottomlip.
“Getfucked!”
He laughed and slouched back, throwing his arm over the seatagain.
“You need to leave me alone or…” I began, trailing off like the lame loser Iwas.
“Or what?” he asked, his expressiondarkening.
He was showing off his true nature. What did he do for my father? Was he a bounty hunter? A hired killer? A ‘man who could get things done?’ Whatever it was, it wasn’t anything good. His tone suggested I didn’t have any say in the matter, and one way or another, he was delivering me aspromised.
When I didn’t answer straight away, Chaser smirked his stupid sexy smirk. It should’ve been condescending the way he looked at me, but all it did was get my motor running in the dirtiest waypossible.
Right, that wasit.
Sliding out of the booth, I left him behind, anger searing through my veins. There was only one thing left to do, and having to do it was a real pain in myrear.
I’d set myself up here on the ass cheek of America—granted, it wasn’t the lap of luxury renting an apartment with roaches living it up under the refrigerator—and it hurt like hell to give it allup.
It was time to get the hell of Dodge while the going wasgood.
When I reached the bar, I glanced at theclock.
“Yvette, I need to skip outearly.”
“But you still have an hour!” she exclaimed. “It’s busy, Slo. You can’t leaveyet.”
I sighed and held her shoulders so she would look at me. “Just this once. This can be your payback for all those times I’ve covered for you being late.Okay?”
She pouted and slouched her shoulders. “Okay. Just thisonce.”
“Thanks,” I said, letting her go. “You’re a good friend, you know that? I will missyou.”
