Page 23 of Beautiful Trauma
An inviting smile curved on her plump, red lips. “Hey sexy, wanna dance?”
Still in shock, I gave her my usual answer. “Thank you. But I’m working.”
When her mouth turned down in a pout, the dirty bastard in me couldn’t help imagining what it would look like wrapped around my cock. “That’s the first time I’ve been given that line.”
“I can assure you it isn’t a line. I really am working.”
To my surprise, she reached her hands out to cup my biceps. My muscles retracted under her touch. After squeezing them tightly, she asked, “Let me guess. You’re a bouncer?”
Although I shouldn’t have, I decided to play along. Grinning, I replied, “Guess again.”
“Bartender?”
“I’d have less clothes on if that was true.”
What the fuck? Did I actually just say that to her? I usually had to have a drink or two in me to be so direct. Or at least have had a first date. Apparently I was channeling Dare tonight with my innuendo.
She must have appreciated my response because her dark eyes flared before an erotic chuckle escaped her perfect lips. “True.” Tilting her head, she tapped her chin in thought. “Exotic dancer?”
Crossing my arms over my chest, I countered, “This isn’t that type of club.”
“Pity,” she mused.
“You might not say that if you saw me dance.”
A wicked gleam burned in her dark eyes. “I don’t think I’d give a shit about your dancing skills after seeing you naked.”
Fuck me. Normally, I didn’t go for direct women. I liked to work for it. “You’re a cheeky lass, aren’t you?”
She giggled. “I love your British accent.”
“Actually, it’s Irish.”
Embarrassment tinged her cheeks. “Oops. Sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
“So, you never answered my question.”
“Which one?”
She tossed a wavy strand of chestnut hair over her shoulder. “Your position.”
Since she brought out the cheekier side of me, I replied, “Oh, I work many positions.”
Smacking my chest playfully, she replied, “Naughty boy.”
Although it should’ve stoked me on, her teasing chastisement caused me to pull back a little. “You’re right. I am. The truth is I’m a co-owner in this club.”
“Ah, that makes sense.”
“It does?”
She nodded. “All your big dick energy makes sense now.”
Considering I was the last one of my brothers to exude any alleged “big dick energy”, I blinked at her in surprise. With my bravado continuing to fade, I replied, “If you say so.”
Extending her hand, the girl said, “I’m Mya.”
