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He laughs. “We both know that girl is not a stripper. It might be what she is doing right now for money, but she is so much more than that.”
He’s right, of course. It’s what intrigues me about her the most. She isn’t a stripper for any other reason than necessity.
“If she and I start dating, it will go against everything I’ve told the other dancers. Who knows what the hell they will do.”
He shrugs. “Sounds to me like you’re worrying for no reason. You have to ask her out and she has to accept before you can start inviting problems in.”
I run my hand through my hair and pull lightly.
“She’s a good girl, and if you don’t scoop her up now, some jackass might. Just think about it,” he says as he stands.
I watch as he walks out of my office as my mind runs wild. The idea of her being with someone else sends jealousy racing through me.
Hell no. Not on my watch.
Could it really be that easy, though? Could it be as simple as asking her out and her saying yes?
Surely it can’t be, right?
There’s only one way to find out.
Dancing has come as second nature to me. It’s not even like I was good before I decided to go down this road. It took a lot of tutorial videos and practice before I even walked through these doors. I knew I had to nail the audition, and the rest would come later.
Now, months later, I feel like my body just knows what to do. It moves to the beat of the music almost naturally.
Who knew that dancing would become something I loved?
I only wish I didn’t have to take my clothes off to do it.
My mind wanders as I move, my eyes taking in the room. I sense him before I see him. His eyes have been on me since the moment I stepped onstage.
My body moves a bit more seductively as if it’s speaking to him. Calling to him. Begging him to climb up here and take it.
I can feel heat flow through me as I think about the way it felt to be on the back of his bike with him. He’s driven me everywhere I’ve needed since my car broke down. Each time Iclimb on behind him, my skin tingles. I find myself pulling him closer under the guise of safety, but the truth is, I want to crawl inside of his skin.
I have never felt this way about anyone before. I find it hard to trust anyone but myself. Yet, with Fang, I feel like I can finally let those walls down. I feel like I’ve found someone that can help me carry the burdens I’ve felt my whole life.
It scares me because I barely know the guy. Yet he keeps showing up for me. First, with assigning Happy to me. No matter what he says, I know he did that because of the way I reacted to the men running into me. Then with my car. Now taking me wherever I need to go.
My eyes finally meet his. The way he is looking at me is raw. Passionate. It’s as if he would climb up onto this stage and devour me if he could. Part of me wants him to, the audience be damned. The other part is frightened that I could feel such big emotions for another human being.
Logically I always knew that people fell in love. I never thought it would happen to me, though. I never thought I would ever find someone who would make me want to spend time with them. I imagined my life would always be lonely.
The song draws to a close, men standing and tossing money on the stage. I see the way Fang smirks as he stands, heading into the back.
My body shivers at the idea that he was only out here to see me dance. It’s an intoxicating feeling.
Stepping off of the stage, Happy hands me a new robe.
This one is silky, whereas the one I had before was a ratty thing I found at the thrift store. It covered me mostly but had holes and had seen better days.
Not the one Happy is holding now. It looks expensive.
“What’s this?” I ask.
He shrugs. “Boss thought you might feel more comfortable with it.”
My cheeks heat. I can’t believe he thought of this.
