Page 10 of Savage
Bianca stared at me for a long while before she blew out a breath. “No, you keep it all tonight.”
What?I looked at the guys, but they were just as confused. Bianca opened her mouth. “Let me know if you ever need another night.” With that, she left us.
“What the hell was that about?” Dar asked.
I shrugged. Bianca was always about her money. She made sure no dancer stiffed the club, and in return, she ensured the lounge for the dancers was just as comfortable as being at home.
“Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth,” I said.
Dar rolled his eyes, but he didn’t question it anymore. He made himself busy stacking all the money we’d made.
“Are we really going to do this?” Calvin asked.
I closed the locker and slipped on my sweatpants, mad I hadn’t grabbed something more flattering.
“You don’t have to, Cal.” I knew Calvin wanted to take care of us and make sure we didn’t cross lines from which we couldn’t return. Still, something about the guy drew me in, and I wasn’t willing to give that up. Not to mention the money.
“Dar?” Calvin asked.
I pinned my waist-length hair in a high ponytail and looked at Dar. He was lost in thought, but I’d also seen the way his gaze roamed over the man.
“He’s good-looking,” Dar said.
Calvin sighed.
“You can’t tell me you’re not interested in what he’s packing,” I commented.
Calvin bit his lip, and I laughed. He wasdefinitelyinterested.
“Doesn’t mean it’s a smart idea,” he argued.
“When have smart ideas ever worked for us?” Dark asked.
I huffed out a laugh as I tied my shoes. “We’ve been struggling for longer than we’ve been living.” I stood up. “He’s hot, has money, and—”
“He wants all three of us,” Dar said.
That was the bonus on top of it all. No one ever wanted all three. They either wanted someone like Dar, who had a slightly muscular build and was rowdy. Or a clean, good boy like Calvin. When they wanted me, it was always the same, to be a trophy to show off. But this guy was asking for all of us.
Calvin pushed his fingers through his dirty blond hair; he did that when he was unsure. I sauntered over to him and draped my arms over his shoulders.
“What’s the worst that could happen?”
Calvin cocked a brow at me. “You can’t be serious.”
I pressed our foreheads together. “Yes, don’t start thinking of the worst-case scenarios. This is an opportunity, and if it sucks, at least we will have something to laugh about together.”
“Do you really think he’d suck in bed?” Dar asked.
I shook my head. “I get the ‘he will gladly rearrange your insides’ vibe from him.”
Dar grinned, and I knew exactly how he liked it. Glancing back at Calvin, I waited for his final verdict. I could want this and say I was going all night, but if Calvin or Dar said they were out, I wasn’t going to actually go through with it. It was how we survived since we were teens. I wouldn’t go rogue now.
“Alright, but the first sign of him wanting to lock us in a basement to peel our skin off and wear it, we are out of there,” Calvin said seriously.
“Man, your head is a mess. Where the fuck do you even get these ideas?” Dar asked. He was smiling, and I couldn’t blame him when I was doing the same.
“I promise,” I said. “Let’s do this.”
