Page 100 of By A Thread
Here’s a lesson, folks: Stripper shoes are impossible to run in.
I slipped out of the VIP room before Dominic could gather his wits—or a wad of tissues—and ran for the dressing room. Faith had thoughtfully left a shot of something that wasn’t tequila for me that I knocked back while trying to drag on my pants. I gave up when I tripped and fell over a pink suede ottoman. So I opted for my coat. It was long enough to cover me to my knees.
Ally. Baby.Dominic’s words as he came, as I made him come, hammered inside my head.
I’d heard a commotion outside the dressing room door and knew the shit was hitting the fan.
So I ran out the back and into the February night.
And now I was shuffle-jogging my way toward the closest bus stop wondering if I’d lose my toes to frostbite or these damn shoes.
The list of how many stupid things I’d accomplished in the last hour ran like a silent home movie in my head.
1. I’d danced semi-topless for an audience.
2. I’d said yes to a private dance.
3. I’d ridden my boss to orgasm in the VIP room of a strip club. A classy one, but still.
4. I’d panicked and run out of the club, leaving my stage money and whatever winnings behind.
5. I hadn’t stayed for my second free drink.
6. I’d placed my freaking pride ahead of my father’s well-being. I should have just swallowed my stupid pride and asked Faith for a loan.
7. I hadn’t gone with the cheerleader outfit with the cute little platform sneakers.
“Shit. Shit. Shit,” I whispered, my teeth chattering. The February air was so cold it burned my bare legs. I was going to top this night off with hypothermia and frostbite. Tomorrow, I could go to the nursing home and help my father pack.
Because I couldn’t stomach taking Dom’s money.
A tear formed in the corner of my eye and froze, binding the fake lashes to my lower real ones.
“Dammit.” Shivering, I swiped at it with my sleeve and only made it worse.
“Ally!” I knew that voice and I knew that tone.
Dominic Russo was mad, and he was closing in.
“Oh, no, no, no,” I chanted as I picked up the pace. I wasn’t running so much as prancing briskly.
It took him all of four seconds to catch and capture me.
He grabbed my arm and whipped me around. I had no balance and fell into him.Thank you, stripper shoes.
He held me there against him. It was my first good look at his face, and I immediately regretted peeking. He. Was. Furious.
“Take your goddamn money, Ally,” he said through clenched teeth.
“It’syourgoddamn money! I don’t want a dime from you!”
“So you’re willing to dance for a stranger and take his money, but mine is tainted? That’s a murky moral ground, Ally.”
“Fuck you, Dominic.”
I tried to step around him on the sidewalk, but he wouldn’t let me. His hands held tight on my arms, making it clear I wasn’t slipping away from this conversation.
He was so angry and something else too. I saw it in those unfairly beautiful blue eyes. Hurt. I’d hurt Dominic Russo.
