Vincent (Made Men Book 2)(65)

She had figured Vincent out really quickly after that first day, knowing how to handle him to a T. He wanted to come off as hard but the moment she became upset, he couldn’t be more opposite to her.

He didn’t like to see her hurt in the slightest, and she was sure that was ultimately why he hadn’t tried to go after her mother or John. It had been a month free of Evil Vincent, and she was more than thankful for that.

They didn’t spend much time apart, especially since Vincent always refused to leave her bed. Then again, she had to admit she didn’t fight him very hard to make him leave. Lake was sure that after a month she should feel smothered, yet she didn’t.

Vincent had truly become her friend. Even if it is hard to freaking look at him or be so close and not want to…

Lake snapped her eyes away from Vincent’s abs and got up from the table. “I need to get ready for work.”

He reached out and grabbed her hand as she passed, dragging her down onto his lap. “Aren’t you going to really thank me?”

Lake stared at his lips, remembering how he had tasted the first and last time they had kissed. Her lips edged closer to his until they were merely an inch apart.

“Go put a shirt on,” she whispered before she jumped out of his lap.

“That was just fucking cruel,” he told her before she disappeared into her bedroom.

She squeezed her eyes shut as she rested the back of her head on the closed door. It was cruel for me, too.

A whole month of seeing and sleeping beside a shirtless god was becoming downright painful. I don’t know how much longer I can last.





Chapter Thirty-Seven

Today Is My Motherfucking Birthday



“Sadie, are you being freaking serious?” Lake looked at the black panties instead of her regular booty shorts.

Sadie arched her brow. “Well, when I told you to wear them like I did five seconds ago, that was me being serious.”

But … but! “But, why? You’ve never made me wear them before.”

“Is an inch or two more of your ass being shown really that big of a deal?” She put her hand on her hip, making her tits pop out like they always did.

Lake furiously nodded. “Yes, yes, to them it is.”

“And that’s exactly why you are going to wear them, honey. Now, hurry up and get dressed. I can’t wait to see fucking playbo…” Sadie’s voice trailed off as she practically skipped to go get dressed herself.

Is getting away with murder hard? I’m sure Vincent would cover it up. Maybe he will even help me…

Lake got dressed in a lace, hot-pink corset, which was semi see-through until it got to the cups of the boobs. Thank God. Putting on the panties and her black stockings trimmed in lace, she then looked in the mirror. She didn’t think she looked very innocent right then. There were no bows or ruffles, only sexy lace making her feel as self-conscious as she had the very first day she had worked there.

She was getting confused. I thought Sadie wanted me to look innocent. That was her whole thing, right?

Sadie gave her ass a love tap when she was about to head out of the dressing room. “I’m strictly dickly, but I would totally switch teams for you.”

That’s comforting.

“Please, don’t make me do it.” Lake wasn’t above begging.

“Um, let me think.” Sadie tapped her chin. “Nope.”

All the air popped out of her like a balloon. “I will never forgive you for this.”

Sadie laughed at her. “Oh, honey, you will.”

Is it a full moon? Everyone is acting weird. Lake bit her lip when Sadie pushed her past the curtain.

Nothing is different. You’re only revealing another inch, that’s all.

She headed toward her first table, which unfortunately had creepy David sitting there, waiting for her arrival.

David’s eyes scanned her body while he held out his card. “I want the top shelf only tonight, and don’t make me wait for that ass long.”

Lake forced a smile as she took the card and quickly got the other men’s orders. Running to the bar, she gave the bartender the request along with David’s card. Something about the man made her nervous. She didn’t like the way David’s eyes had looked.

Taking the drinks to the table, she poured his glass full of the best scotch.

He gave her a hundred dollar bill. “This is just the start.”

She took the money from his hands and did her little dance as she put it in her corset. This is going to be a long night.

Going to her other tables when she managed to escape, she took all their orders before heading back to the bar when her hand was grabbed as she passed the restrooms. She was pulled inside before the door was closed behind her. She found herself pressed against the wall, staring at a man whose eyes wouldn’t quit rolling over her body.