Page 82 of Fang
She does another pole trick before blowing a kiss at me. I want her lips on mine right now. I resist the urge to storm the stage and take her for everyone to see.
As the song comes to an end, I shoot a text to Happy. She doesn’t get to slink off to the locker room after that. No, she is making a statement, then so am I.
Several of my brothers come over, patting me on the back, congratulating me. I accept it, but keep my eyes on the side of the stage. When she emerges, I fight the urge to go to her. I let Happy bring her to me.
“You wanted to see me?” She looks nervous.
I hold my hand out to her. She takes it as I pull her into my lap.
“I don’t do extras,” she teases.
“Never. I want to hold you. Do you know how sexy it was to watch you up there on that stage with my name on your body?”
She wiggles in my lap, giggling. “Maybe a little.”
“Do you want to tell me what that was about?” I ask.
She sighs. “One of the girls stole my outfit. I know I could have gone out there and danced in whatever, but I’m sick of them. I wanted to make a statement. Are you mad?”
I shake my head as I nuzzle her neck. “Nope. You made a statement, all right. A huge one.”
She turns to me, frowning. “A lot of the guys weren’t looking at me, though. Did I fuck up?”
“They won’t look at you now. Not any of my brothers, at least. It’s a respect thing,” I inform her.
She frowns. “I don’t want it to affect my money or the money I make for the club.”
“Fuck this club. Don’t regret it for that. This club makes plenty even if you decide to never dance again. If you are going to regret what you did, do it for you. I really hope you don’t, though.”
She bites her bottom lip. “I need the money, Jensen.”
“We will figure that out later. Money can’t be the reason you do things, Cami. That leads to greed and corruption. Now, I need to know, money aside, do you regret it?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “I don’t.”
There wasn’t even hesitation. The conviction in her tone convinces me that she means it. It settles the small part of me that worried she might want to take it back.
“Good. You put something in motion tonight. It’s going to change everything, but I promise it’s good. It’ll be good.”
She leans into me, settling more firmly on my lap. “I trust you. I want this. Whatever I did, I want it. I want you.”
I kiss her. “You’ve got me.”
Ithought Fang was attentive before, but I was wrong. Since last weekend when I danced in his jacket, he’s been more. He touches and kisses me every chance he gets, and the guys from the club? They are nicer to me than before, not that they were mean or anything, but now when I dance, they don’t watch. They do still tip, though, which is nice and has eased some of my concerns.
Fang, though, he’s gone from always on my mind to completely consuming me. I want to spend every moment I can with him. The last thing I want to do is get ready to dance tonight. I’d rather be back at the clubhouse, locked up in his room, and curled up in bed with him. I can’t do that, though, not yet at least. Especially since I picked tonight’s theme.
When I came to Fang with my idea, he looked hesitant but ultimately agreed.
Barbie.
It’s a theme I’ve never seen or heard of done in a club, and I’m obsessed. Especially since Fang went along with it and let me pick who each dancer should pretend to be. Then he was the one who got to break the news to the girls and had their anger directed at him.
It wasn’t my fault I got to be Biker Barbie. It was Fang’s only stipulation. Although part of me kind of wanted to be the police officer one, since I already had an outfit. I thought Venus was going to have an aneurysm when she learned she could either be the avian Barbie or the bull-attracting Barbie. Two that I never knew even existed until I looked up the least popular Barbies of all time. I can’t wait to see which one she chose and how she’s going to work either of them into her set.
“This is bullshit. Whoever’s idea tonight was should be fired,” Jenny mutters as she dresses like the homemaker Barbie. The apron really sells it for me.
Silently I laugh as I pick up my eyeliner. Once I have my giggles under control, I apply it, a little heavier than normal. After that’s done, I apply red lipstick and then move onto my hair. Indecision rolls through me. I could wear my hair down and curled, or I could wear it in braids. Two styles I’ve seen several times around the clubhouse. In the end, though, I choose something a little different.
