The ring of my cell phone wakes me up. I open one bleary eye and look at the bedside clock. It’s four minutes past six. In the morning. Who in the world would be calling me at such an ungodly hour?
I look at the lighted screen of my phone. I don’t recognize the number and I consider not answering. The fact that it IS so early is what makes me reach for it. I always feel a little tingle of alarm when my phone rings at an unusually early or late hour.
“Hello?” I say, my voice hoarse even to my own ears.
“Olivia?”
A shiver runs down my spine. It’s Cash. His voice conjures an image of his handsome face, cocky smile and sexy chest. Instantly, I feel all melty.
“Olivia?” he says again.
No, it can’t be Cash. It must be Nash. It’s too early for a club owner to be up. Sadly, I’m equally excited by the mental image and prospect of Nash calling me, too.
I am so much more twisted than what I ever realized!
“Yes.”
A deep rumbly laugh.
So effing sexy!
“It’s Nash. I’m sorry to call so early, but I’ll be out most of the day and I wanted to see how things went at the club. Did you take the job?”
“It’s no bother. Really. I appreciate you checking up on it. Um, actually I have an ‘audition’ tonight. Whatever that is.”
“Ahhh,” he says knowingly. “Cash likes for his people to be willing to entertain.”
For the first time, I remember that Cash is the one who supplied the stripper and true horror sets in.
Sweet Lord, I can’t strip!
I sit straight up in bed. “Holy hell! He doesn’t expect me to strip, does he?”
Another laugh.
“No. Unless you want to strip.”
“Good God no!”
“I didn’t think so, especially after your first experience at Dual.”
There’s a smile in his voice.
Cash told him! Dammit!
I think a change of subject is in order. “So what does that mean then, ‘entertain’?”
“Let’s just say you can’t be shy in front of a crowd. Are you okay with that?”
Yes, I tend to be a little shy, but it’s in no way debilitating. And frankly, I’m a little miffed that he might be implying that it is.
“Believe me, Nash, I can do what any of the other girls can do, no problem.”
Well, that might not be entirely true. But I’ll be damned if I’ll ever admit it!
“Then you won’t have any problems. With your looks and personality, you’ll kill ‘em.”
His comment pleases me. Even though he’s not supposed to notice what I look like. But I’m so glad he does. It means that he’s not immune to me, which is actually a bad thing, but one that makes me feel not so alone in my attraction. Still, nothing can ever happen. He’s taken.
Dammit.
I hear a muffled beep, like Nash is getting another call.
“Speak of the devil. That’s Cash calling now,” Nash says. Then he mutters almost absently, “Wonder what he’s doing up so early?” I think it’s funny that I wondered the same thing. After a couple seconds, he clears his throat and continues. “Well, anyway, good luck tonight. That’s all I really wanted to say. Go back to bed. Get your beauty rest. Not that you’ll need it.”
I find myself smiling like a loon. I feel like giggling, but I quell the urge. “Thanks, I will.”
“Sleep well, Olivia.”
Even after he hangs up, the skin of my arms and chest is puckered with chills. I love the way he says my name.
How in the world did he get my number? I think randomly.
I lie in my bed for a long time, staring at the ceiling and thinking of Nash. Wondering what it would be like to be staring at his ceiling instead, wherever he’s at, lying in bed beside him. My eyes drift closed as I think of him rolling over to cover my body with his, to feel his hips fit between my thighs.
Those are the thoughts that usher me back into sleep.
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Dual looks very nearly the same as it did yesterday, only tonight a few more lights are on and there are voices. Two of them and one is raised in undeniable anger.
“So I get stuck training some newbie? This is such bullshit! I have the most seniority here. He should’ve at least asked me.”
I can see who the voice belongs to—a wisp of a girl with long blond dreadlocks and one arm full of tattoos. She’s waving her hands in furious animation, shouting at a young guy who looks about as flustered as a cucumber.
“Slow your roll, psycho,” he says good-naturedly. I can only see the back of his dark head, but I know he’s smiling. I can hear it in his voice. In fact, he sounds like he’s trying not to laugh. “He said she’s got experience. She probably won’t need that much training.”