“I’m not going to be a stripper.”
“Not even a private performance. I got a stack of ones. I tip good, Sweet Ass.”
“Wow. Okay, Vega, Vegas whatever your name is. I’m not going to take my clothes off for you. I don’t even know you.”
“Not yet, but hey, I need a housekeeper.”
“Motherfucker, you don’t even have a house.” Sawyer chuckles.
“Don’t listen to him. My grandpa is looking for someone to help him with errands and cooking and shit. I could put in a word if you’re interested.”
“Sure.”
“Perfect. Gimme’ your number.” I pull my phone out, and I can see Sawyer shaking his head at me.
Tina takes my cell phone from me and enters her information into my contacts. I grin when I see what she listed her number under. Sweet Ass. That she is. Damn what I wouldn’t give to throw her over my shoulder and take her upstairs to my room at The Roadhouse right about now. I’d throw her down on the bed and suck on her pussy till she creams on my tongue. Make her pull my hair, scratch those pink nails down my back, and dig the balls of her feet in my ass.
Chapter 3
—Tina
My phone starts buzzing. I look at Vegas, but he smirks and holds his hands up. I swear if he sent me dick picture, I am going to punch him right in the nuts. I open my messages. It’s Matt. I frown.
Matt: Where are you, baby? I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.
They said you just up and quit your job and your stuff’s just gone.
I get that you’re upset just talk to me, please. I love you.
Matt: Please. Tina, we need to sit down and talk this through face to face.
Matt: Come home. Let’s talk.
The ringtone I have set for his number starts blaring and Vegas gives me a look. I smile, but I wish Matt would go away. I’m not answering him. I hit ignore. Matt needs to leave me alone. We have nothing to talk about.
“Ready for cake?” Sawyer is grinning at my bestie like he has plans to devour her instead of cake.
“Sure.” She smiles and tucks her hair behind her ear.
“I thought you said the baby hates chocolate,” I blurt out, then immediately slap a hand to my mouth, and freeze in place. Dang. I just let out Camreigh’s secret. She’s pregnant and the baby is Sawyer’s…a product of their one-night stand. He invited her over tonight, and she made me tag along. Me and my damn big mouth.
Her face drops and the room goes quiet, other than Thea, Sawyer’s daughter yelling for her cake. “Cake, Daddee. Cake.” She yanks on the sleeve of his shirt with her spaghetti stained fingers.
Sawyer is staring at Camreigh and though his mouth is open like he is going to speak no words are coming out. He’s in shock. I guess I would be too if I were in his shoes. I feel like such an asshole right now. I didn’t mean to out her. I promised her I’d keep her secret until she decided what she wanted but the words just slipped out.
“I’m sorry, Cam,” I whisper.
She shakes her head and offers me a weak smile as she turns back to Sawyer. “Can I talk to you in private?”
“V, can you get Thea some cake please.” Sawyer nods to Vegas, his friend that Cam was trying to set me up with tonight.
“Yeah, man. You got it.”
Vegas moves to get the cute little girl a slice of chocolate cake. My cheeks are burning with embarrassment. Camreigh and Sawyer have gone outside to talk. The little girl takes a bite or two of the cake before her eyes start fluttering closed. “I think that one is ready for bed.”
Vegas looks over at the dark-haired beauty and grabs a wet paper towel to wipe her off with. “Come on, jellybean.” He cradles her in his arms and carries her down the hall. I don’t know what to do with myself, so I walk into the living room and take a seat on the couch.
Vegas returns not even two minutes later, and he goes into the kitchen and returns with a beer. Camreigh wasn’t lying. He’s got an air of danger about him. Dark hair and even darker eyes that remind of a starless night. I tiptoe to the large window and peek out the blinds. The conversation my bestie and Sawyer are having looks intense. I am sure the man is in shock and he has every right to be angry. They recently reconnected and now he finds out because of my fat mouth that she’s pregnant. I’m the worst. If this goes bad for Camreigh, I won’t forgive myself. Vegas comes up behind me and his hand goes to my hip. His chin rests on the top of my head because he is that much taller than me. He keeps finding ways to touch me, and I don’t know how to feel about it. “We should let them talk. Come on, Sweet Ass. I’ll give you a ride.” He pinches me on the ass and chuckles when I let out a squeak.