Electrified(64)

Keep her for what?

That was the one thing stopping him. He had never wanted to keep anybody around, let alone a woman. A woman who lived several thousand miles away from where he called home. A woman who commanded the attention of every man who crossed her path, who obviously drove her boss crazy, and had every bouncer in love with her. This was the woman he wanted to “keep.”

He swirled his scotch in his glass and stared at the brown liquid swishing around the tumbler.

You couldn’t hold on to a woman like that even if you wanted to. He didn’t really know, but he assumed from what he heard about the type. Yet this woman, Sienna, didn’t exactly fit the mold.

She seemed genuinely intrigued by him, almost scared of him. Scared of falling for him and liking him more than just the average Joe; she made him feel like she didn’t care about the other million men wanting to keep her.

How could she spark sexual thoughts like she did night in and night out, and seem so hesitant when it came to intimacy? Christ, she was a mystery, a paradox, and one he wanted even more so because of it. He wanted to crack the code. Only him. He wanted to be the only one to do it.

He just needed to make sure the wanting eventually went away, because he wasn’t making a permanent thing with anyone.

He knocked back the rest of his drink, letting the burn take his attention for a brief moment.

Damn, that fucking jerk over in the corner. The dude was fucking running his eyes up and down what Carson wanted all for himself.





SIENNA WORKED the floor with her usual healthy dose of pure innocence and sexual tension that evening. It was her calling card. The glossy Inside Vegas magazine recently wrote that she had:



…the moves and body of a sexual tigress, yet the grace of a virtuous lady.



The reporters, the audience, everyone thought she was acting. What they didn’t know was that no one could fake it that well. The contradiction between naughty and nice, good and bad, devious and straight, was exactly who she was. She pretended to know her baser side, but couldn’t keep her sweetness from shining through.

The stripper in her roamed the room, giving the impression she was a predator on the loose that was looking for willing prey, adding a little spice to the bachelor party in progress. She might not work the floor herself, giving lap dances, but a quick visit with her definitely padded her girls’ pockets.

The whole crew was drinking and enjoying lap dances. Her girls were raking in the cash, and that was better than good. Hope they put it away like I tell them to, she thought. In the bank for the future.

She didn’t stay long with the party. They were quite happy with Petal and Sydney, which made Sienna proud as any big sister would be. After leaving the men to savor her protégées, she moved around the room, stopping to say hello to a few regulars and new customers. No pictures, as usual, but she did sign a few napkins, not just with her signature but also an imprint of her lipstick.

As she moved from table to table, she saw the phones come out. No doubt tweeting something about seeing Sienna Flower in the flesh. Petey had both eyes on her every movement and he was making sure that no flashes went off, no one snapped a pic, and definitely no hands reached out.

Sienna also felt Carson’s warm stare on her, searing her skin, heating her, and making her wet in places she’d never experienced. She could almost sense his breath tickling her skin. It would smell like mint and scotch, cooling and heating her flesh at the same time, and leave her panting for more.

As she drifted around the room, her thoughts did laps in her head. What did he want tonight? Did she want the same? What could she possibly do with him that he couldn’t get better elsewhere?

Forty-five minutes had come and gone, and Sienna knew she was avoiding being with Carson. It was one thing to be an adult performer, giving off the essence of every man’s sexual fantasy, it was another to actually be who she played. She was pretty sure Carson didn’t fully understand how absolutely naive she was, not to mention scared.

Avoidance was her only tactic at the moment.

Unfortunately, she caught Carson walking across the room, motioning to Petey that he was going to get his car and meet Sienna out back. She was on borrowed time. The guys wanted Sienna to date, had obviously decided they liked Carson, and they were taking his side.

“Your ride is ready, Sie,” Petey said when he approached her.

Yep, they were on Carson’s side all the way.

She waved toward the stage entrance and held up one finger, signaling she would be just a minute. “Sure, Pete. I need to change first.” She wasn’t really stalling. She couldn’t go out to the car in the gold jumpsuit she was currently wearing. First of all, she was trying to defuse the sexual tension between her and Carson, and the jumpsuit screamed sex. Secondly, it was uncomfortable.