Devil's Charm(38)
When she moved off the counter, throwing her shirt out into the crowd with only a bra covering her made him tense. She stepped onto the first table. The men kept it steady. He saw Ripper and Curse were sat both nursing a hard on. Down on her knees she went, drawing Curse up to her chest.
Fuck, he was going to break fucking bones. Her bra was flicked off. She kept the fabric on, moving to the next table before it finally came off. He was getting hard watching her body.
He had to stop it. Around the room she went, removing her jeans until all that was left was the red pair of French lace panties he’d bought her. Devil knew he’d seriously fucked up. This was not how he saw her at all, and he’d treated her like shit. Feeling worse than fucking pond scum, he watched her head toward him. Her eyes were blazing with hatred, and he knew it was all directed at him.
She reached into his pocket pulling out his small knife. The music came to a stop as she cut the fabric in two. Lifting the halves up in the air, she stood in the club room butt assed naked, and it was all his fault.
“There, are you satisfied?” she asked, slamming the panties against his chest. “I’m nothing but a fucking stripper.”
With her head held high she walked out of the room by going past his men. None of them reached out to her. He saw in their eyes that they wanted to protect her. Cursing, he left his beer on the counter, following after her.
“What the fuck is your problem?” he asked. Her ass was so fucking sexy, he couldn’t tear his gaze off her. His cock thickened remembering how it felt to claim such a perfect fucking ass.
“Nothing, I’m just fucking fine.” She didn’t turn around to look at him. “I’m just a stripper, remember? I’m no better than a fucking whore.”
He grabbed her arm spinning her to face him. “It doesn’t sound like you enjoy it at all.”
“Newsflash, fuck head, I didn’t enjoy it. I never liked knowing men were getting hard wanting to fuck me. Do you know how many men wanted so much fucking extra? A quick fuck here and there? You really think I like shit like that?” she asked, spitting the words at him. He held her against the wall so she had nowhere else to go.
“Why did you do it? You could have any job you wanted.”
“No, I couldn’t. The only thing I could do was dance so I could take care of your son. That’s right, Kayla dumped him with me, and I had no one to look after him. I lost my job, and no one else would hire me. I was alone, fending for myself.”
He knew all of this, and yet he couldn’t stop himself from arguing with her.
“Let go of me.” She started laughing, trying to shrug away from his touch. “You know, I was coming here to see where we were going. I thought there was something between us beside screwing. I was wrong, wasn’t I?”
“What do you mean?” he asked, needing her to calm down. He couldn’t let her leave feeling this way. There was so much he wanted to say, needed to say.
“Phoebe told me I was your old lady. She said we were a lot more than I ever considered.” She looked up, batting the tears away. “I was so fucking wrong about it all. I need some air.”
Lexie moved away butt ass naked. Shrugging his jacket off, he handed it to her. “Use this.”
She took it without saying a word, heading back from where she’d come. Collapsing against the wall, he ran fingers through his hair. “I’m totally fucked.” He’d follow her outside in a second. Heading back to his office he found Tiffany sat naked in his chair.
“I thought she’d never leave.”
“Get the fuck out,” he said. He’d been so fucking distracted by his work that he’d given Tiffany the wrong impression. Walking to his desk, he grabbed her by a fistful of hair and yanked her off his seat. “I told you to get the fuck out.”
She gasped, touching his hands where he held her.
“You don’t mean that.”
“What is it with women thinking I want something out of them? You ever come near me again, I’ll fucking kill you, do you understand?” he asked.
He must have been getting through as she grabbed her clothes and scarpered away. Devil was done with meaningless whores. He was settling down to have something more than a fuck.
Looking outside his window, he saw Lexie pushing the hair off her face, looking toward the sky. He’d not given it much thought having Tiffany climb into his lap. She’d been there for a second, and he’d literally been about to throw her out when Lexie had walked in, seeing more than she needed to. He wasn’t going to fuck Tiffany when he could have Lexie whenever he wanted. Heading outside toward his woman, he found her alone holding his jacket together at the front.