Danger! Bad Boy(12)

“Yes?”

“How do you have so much money?” Her question caught me off guard.

I ignored her question, but in typical girl fashion, she didn’t let it go. “Well, this whole trip is costing a lot of money. Where did you get it from? Did you work a summer job or something? I was just wondering why you always seem to have money.”

Damn, how to answer? How about not at all? I turned the question on her. “Why do you always have money?”

Her expression was both knowing and frustrated, but she answered anyway. “We’ve never talked about it, but my dad is a plastic surgeon in Houston. Besides paying child support to my mom each month, he deposits a hefty allowance into my bank account He knows how controlling my mom can be, so he wants me to have that freedom.”

Plus, the guy probably felt guilty about leaving her with crazy Julie.

“So you’re a daddy’s girl?” I teased her, figuring with such a pretty daughter, her dad couldn’t resist spoiling her.

“Yes,” she admitted like she was proud of it. “My dad is always trying to get me to move with him to Houston. He wants Chance with him, also, but knows my mom has more free time to spend with him. I wouldn’t want to ever leave my friends in the crew, anyways.”

“Why doesn’t he move here then?” I asked. No way did I want her moving to Houston.

She looked at me as if I were crazy. “Would you? I mean, you’ve met my mom. He talked about moving back to Denver years ago after he finished his residency in Houston, but my I’m sure my mom’s psychotic behavior is what made him rethink it.”

I laughed, unable to resist kissing the tip of her nose. “I see your point. Don’t worry, she won’t be able to drive me away.”

She tried to act intimidating by grabbing onto my shirt. “You better not let her, or I’ll come after you.”

All she accomplished was to make me think of rough sex. Which she unfortunately wouldn’t be ready for the first couple times.

I’d successfully managed to evade her earlier question. Hopefully it wouldn’t come up again. She may not like the answer. Truthfully, she definitely wouldn’t like the answer.

When we were alone on the elevator, I pulled her into my arms and kissed her to let her know my mood hadn’t changed. “Now, about that lap dance. . . .”

She pretended to act unsure. “I don’t know, Caleb. How bad do you want it? Bad enough to beg?”

Hot little bitch didn’t know when to quit.

I decided to take charge and gave her a hard look. “Woman, you will take off that dress and dance on my lap while rubbing your hot little body all over me.”

She remained silent as we got off the elevator on the tenth floor and walked down the hallway to our room. Outside of our door, she finally replied, “Um, no thanks.”

Too late, she’d already offered. There was no taking it back now.

As soon as the hotel room door closed, I pushed her up against the wall, my body trapping hers. “Come on, Gianna. You’re killing me.”

She looked so cute with that smug grin on her face, thinking she’d won. “Do I hear a beg coming on?”

I groaned and put my head down, as if defeated. I knew I had a mischievous smile on my face when I lifted my head back up to look at her. “Okay, I’ll beg. For now.” Her eyes went wide. I ran my hands up and down her body then said in a voice sure to make her wet if she wasn’t already, “Gianna, you’re making me so hot. Will you please, I’m begging you, please give me a lap dance?”

I saw apprehension flash through her eyes before she replied with fake reluctance, “Alright.”

I could tell she’d lost some of her confidence, but I wasn’t going to tease her about it and make her uncomfortable or ruin my chances of getting her naked on my lap.

“Go sit in that chair over there, the one without the armrests.”

This was going to be awesome.

“One minute,” she squeaked, disappearing into the bathroom.

Looking through my phone, I found a Rihanna song about sex. I adjusted the room until only a single lamp was on. The view of the Vegas strip through the open curtains was a reminder we were in Sin City. Inhibitions were abandoned at the city limits.

My eyes on the bathroom door, I was seated and ready when she came out.

Coming towards me, instead of stepping between my legs where I wanted her, she went around me, running her fingers through my hair. She yanked my hair gently and finally moved to my front. Her back was to me as she slowly unzipped the side of her dress and peeled it down her body, letting it fall to the floor. The striptease was done to the gentle beat of the music.