“Now!” I growl at him and he snaps out of it, rushing to the bar nearly tripping over his own feet as he goes. The music cuts off and Melissa grins at me, knowing damn well she has the job. “Meet me in my office,” I tell her. Cyrus hands me my beer, still watching Melissa. I tell him to close his mouth unless he’s trying to catch flies as he watches Melissa disappears backstage. “Don’t even fuckin’ think about it,” I warn hi
m. “She’s Cocky’s sister and you’ll never earn your cut if you go trying to stick your dick in her.”
“I wasn’t…” he defends, and I punch him in the shoulder.
“Yeah you were, prospect, but I was thinking the same damn thing and I’m a married man.”
He chuckles, and I take a hard swig of my beer. I take my time returning to my office, feeling damn glad I didn’t have her give me a lap dance in my office, but the fucking thought crosses my mind and I feel like a lousy shit. My marriage isn’t great, but I have never even thought about pursuing another woman until Melissa. She’s fucking gorgeous, and I’d have to be blind not to notice, but I’m more attracted her than I have ever been to anyone in my life. I never thought I would want anyone more than I wanted Stephanie. Maybe I was blinded by her being my first and it was all just lust and not love at all. She was told to fuck me by Derrick. It was years before she ever confessed that to me. I can’t explain it, but since the first time I saw Melissa, I’ve wanted her. I know that it doesn’t paint me in the best light, but I never claimed to be a good man.
As I walk down the hallway I get a text from Stephanie.
I’m staying at Mom’s tonight. Appointment was just like the others. Talk to you tomorrow? Hope the meeting went as expected. All my love. -Steph
Reading her message, guilt washes over me, but the moment I open the door to my office and see Melissa waiting for me I forget all about Stephanie. I forget I even have a fucking wife.
“Listen, it goes against my instincts but if you want the job, it’s yours. If Cocky doesn’t like it, the asshole will have to fight me.” I chuckle, and she blushes, peering up at me through her long dark lashes.
“Thank you so much, Uno.” She jumps up from the chair and hugs me, surprising me. The force of her slamming into me catches me off guard and I fall back on my desk, bringing her with me. Her mouth is a mere few inches from mine as I hug her body to mine. She feels and smells too damn good. Like fucking temptation. Her tongue darts out, wetting her lips. I want to kiss her, but I know it wouldn’t be appropriate and I don’t want to give her the wrong idea. “I’m so sorry,” she breathes the apology out and I can feel her tits pressing against my chest. My mind flashes to her on the stage. Her lips parted, with seduction flashing in her eyes, and that teasing she gave me with her tits nearly popping out of the golden cups of her bra.
My dick goes hard, and she’d have to be numb not to feel it poking her. Her emerald green eyes, sparkle with curiosity and I wonder if she feels it too. This undeniable attraction growing between us. I clear my throat and she removes her body from mine and immediately I miss her in my arms.
I straighten up as she moves for the door not ready for her to go. “Do you have childcare for your son?”
“Yeah, I have it worked out with some of the girls at the clubhouse and Sara said she’d help too.”
“That’s good. Glad to hear it. If you can, come back tomorrow. I will get Kelli to set you up with a schedule. She handles all the girls, but she’s already gone for the night.”
“Perfect. Is there a specific time I should come by?”
I rub my chin. “You know I forgot. Kelli is taking the week off. If you’ll give me a minute, I’ll bring up the schedule on my laptop and print you out a copy after I get you worked in.”
She nods. “Yeah sure.” I have no fucking clue when Kelli will be in. I only know I’m not ready to say goodnight.
I fuck around on my computer, hoping I don’t screw something up. I curse under my breath and I look up to find Melissa is giggling quietly as she watches me struggle. “You find this funny?”
She shrugs. “If you need a hand, I’m good with computers. I helped do some of the office stuff for extra money at Indigo Nights.”
I start to tell her I have something she can do with her hand but think better of it. “Well what are you waiting for, get over here,” I invite her to join me, my gears turning wondering if I can convince Hades to get rid of Kelli and hire Melissa to manage the place instead. It’d keep eyes off her tits and maybe Cocky wouldn’t try to kill me if she were behind a desk. I’ll keep the idea on the backburner for now. Melissa comes behind my desk, standing next to me.
“May I?” She moves forward leaning toward my laptop and I can see straight down her top until she turns sideways in the wrong direction and her ass nearly touches my face. Fuck me. It takes all my self-control not to pull her into my lap and kiss her neck.
I push my chair back. “Please, have a seat. You’ll be more comfortable.” I get up and she replaces me in the leather chair. I would have rather pulled her into my lap, but she would have probably gotten offended.
“Found it,” she chimes. “Where do you want me to schedule myself in?”
I take a minute to regroup. The club needs to make money but damn if I don’t want to share her with the rest of the world which is so damn selfish and wrong of me. In the end greed wins out and I have her down for Thursday through Sunday. “That gonna be a problem?”
“No. I’ll figure it out. Thanks again.” I swear her damn smile could light up the whole damn club.
“I’ll walk you to your car.” I motion for her to walk out in front of me. Mainly because I want to stare at her ass on the way out. Maybe it makes me a pig, but oink, oink. We get outside to her car and it’s a real piece of shit that doesn’t look safe to be on the road. Cocky should be ashamed allowing his sister to drive the deathtrap. I bet there are some cars at the garage that Zo Zo ran that’d be better that are club property to boot. I make a mental note to talk to Hades about it tomorrow. Melissa needs a better ride.
“Well this is me. Thanks for taking a chance on me. I won’t let you down.”
“I have no doubt about that, sweetheart, after seeing you work the pole and own that damn stage. We’re going to make a lot of money together. I have a good feeling about you.” Not thinking, just being in the moment, I lean down and place my lips on hers. I don’t know how something so wrong can feel so damn right. My hands move to her hips as the kiss deepens and her tongue brushes against mine but then the spell is broken, and she pulls away touching a finger to her lips.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…”
“You’re married,” she states not accusing but matter of fact.