She smiles up at me and takes a step back. “Maybe.” I follow her as she makes her way to the bar and orders a drink. After Sara brings her a beer and eye-fucks her, she turns back to face me. “So tell me again how you knew my name?”
I laugh as she eyes me over, her pale blue eyes spending an awful long time on my chest. “Is that why you’re here? To find out if I’m a stalker or some shit?”
She walks away, leaving me no choice but to follow her again, as she takes a seat at a table, far away from the stage.
She lifts a brow when I sit down, as if that’s her answer.
I look her up and down and pull her chair between my legs so that I can look her in the eye. “I should be asking you how you knew to find me here. Maybe I should be the one concerned for my safety.”
Taking a swig of her beer, she gives me a look as if I’m crazy. “You left a flyer on my truck . . . Styx. I think you wanted me to find you.”
Fucking Kash.
His ass thinks it’s funny to come to the gym and leave flyers everywhere to make it aware to all of its members that I moonlight as a male entertainer.
There’s been times that I’ve walked in to over a hundred flyers taped to the walls.
“So you came to see me strip?” I lock the leg of her chair in place with my leg and smile when she tries scooting back. “It’s my night off, but I can give you a private dance if you want. I’ll even do it for free since you look so fucking beautiful right now.”
She about chokes on her beer, but clears her throat and plays it off, as if what I just said didn’t excite her. “You always kidnap a girl’s chair so she has no choice but to hang out with you?”
“No,” I answer, honestly. “This will be the first. But I like you so . . .”
“So . . .” She laughs and pulls her pale hair into a bun, making me look at her arms and take notice of her sleeve of tattoos, covering her right arm. She was wearing a V-neck long sleeved shirt the other night, keeping her arms hidden. Damn, that’s sexy. “You decide to stalk me and then keep me captive. Good game.”
I wrap the single strand of hair, that hangs in front of her face, around my finger. “I know your name, because you work out at my gym. There was a new member signed up by the name, Meadow, and your gorgeous body was the only one that I didn’t recognize.”
We sit here and just stare at each other for what feels like five minutes, before Meadow stands up and pushes her chair in. “I should go. It’s been a long night.”
“Where?” I question.
“Where?” she questions back, confused as to what I’m asking. “Where what?”
“Where has it been a long night?”
“The hospital. Have a good night, Styx.”
She walks away, leaving me to watch the sway of her perfect ass, as she brushes right past Kash, not even stopping to take a second look.
In fact . . . I don’t think she watched the guys dancing at all.
This has me jumping to my feet and rushing outside to catch her.
She lets out a sexy little laugh when she notices me following her. “What are you doing?”
“Walking you to your car.”
She stops next to a huge truck and gives me the cutest fucking look. “Who says I drive a car? I like my rides big and fast.”
Impressed, I watch her climb into her truck, before she reaches for the door. “Then you’re going to love me.” I smirk.
She tries to hide her smile, but completely fails as she pulls the door closed and drives away.
Holy fuck, this woman is different from the rest and I really badly want to find out in which ways . . .
Meadow
IT’S BEEN A FEW DAYS since I saw Styx at Walk Of Shame and for some reason . . . I can’t shake him from my thoughts. I keep wondering about him and wanting to know more about this man.
He’s a male stripper, everything that I should run away from, yet, I want to run back to the gym or club in hopes of seeing him again.
He intrigues me. Even though he comes on a little strong, I don’t feel threatened by it. It doesn’t make me feel creepy and dirty like those guys at the gym did.
Styx being up front with me, makes me like his company. It’s usually exhausting trying to figure men out and what they’re thinking. He comes right out and just says it. No holding back.
Jase watched me for weeks, confusing me and frustrating me, before he finally hit on me and told me what he wanted to do to me.
Just like my ex, Mack. The asshole that left me right after my aunt died because he couldn’t deal with my emotional state.
Although the strip club isn’t my usual scene, I’ve talked Mandy into going with me tonight.