“Do I?” My hand moves further up, already feeling the heat between her legs on my palm.
“Yep, see you tomorrow. Thanks for dinner.” She scrambles up, knocking my hand off in the process as she speeds out the door my brothers just exited.
I rub my hand over my face, realizing she’s going to be a problem, and my brothers just stuck me with the bill. My hand is still hot from touching her, and my cock strains so hard against my pants I think I heard a seam rip.
Her face was so smug when she mentioned mistakes in the bar. If she thinks what happened is going to be a one time thing, then she’s in for a rude awakening. I’m not nearly done with her. She works at my club. She refuses to let me fire her. In terms of war, she’s just declared herself the enemy.
5
Shayne
The dull bass mingles with the rowdy crowd. As soon as the music is recognized, the crowd goes wild, fighting to get closer to the stage. My heart speeds up almost matching the music. This is the fourth night I’ve worked at The Trifecta and this song has now officially ruined me for any other song.
It’s “Bad To The Bone.” And for the past few nights I’ve had to watch as Damien shakes his hips making me want to claw at his chest like every other ravenous woman in this joint.
My thighs clench as the beat starts, indicating the magnificent Trifecta is about to hit the stage. In just a moment, I’m going to be face-to-face with Damien as he rips off his clothes to reveal his rock hard muscles.
Every night they come on stage to get the crowd in a frenzy of lust. The amount of money thrown at them makes my head spin. My student loans would be a thing of the past if I could pull in what they’re making, but damn, if they don’t work for it. I contemplate taking up Sindy and Lacey’s offer. It would be a lot easier to dance than it is bartending for a stubborn jackass I have the hots for.
Ben and Axel grind on stage, but my eyes are glued to the curtain.
Watching.
Waiting.
Wondering when Damien will come onstage. The bass drops along with my stomach. After four days, I’ve memorized the cues in their routines. This particular bass drop brings the person who’s kept me up tossing and turning at night to the forefront of my vision.
Damien enters as the crowd erupts, having all three of the Trifecta to ogle at. They’re perfect specimens of men, and the crowd lets them know it. Their dark hair all tousled and out of control, their piercing green eyes, and don’t get me started on the absolute perfection of their abs. Even though they’re identical, Damien’s the one I’m drawn to.
“Can I get a whiskey sour?”
I jump at the voice. I didn’t see the customer approach since all my focus is on a certain infuriating man.
“I’ve got it. You keep on staring at the boss.” Eddie winks at me as he pulls out a glass.
Heat crawls up my neck, taking residence on my cheeks. I open my mouth to argue that I wasn’t watching the show, but it’s useless. Eddie’s already onto another customer and charming her as he flips bottles around.
I’m not going to look at him.
No more.
Finished. I’m done lusting after the asshole. I sweep the bar, hoping to see a thirsty woman in need of a complicated drink, but I’m out of luck. Everyone’s focused on the sexy men thrusting their hips on stage.
I’m not going to look.
I’m not going to look.
Shit, I looked.
Damien’s eyes are on me.
I look away.
But my eyes are drawn right back to him.
He moves around the stage as women scream their undying loyalty to him and his brothers. Yet, he seems oblivious to the commotion around him. All of his focus is on me. With every article of clothing he removes, with every move of his hips, with every tug on his bottom lip with his teeth, he’s staring right at me. When we connect over the crowd of horny women they all disappear, and it’s just the two of us.
My chest heats as we stare at each other. The fire on his face brings me back to the night in the backseat of his car. Damien’s nostrils flare as if he can read my mind. The lust on his face makes me want to pull him off stage and recreate that night. Right before I get the nerve to move closer to the stage, his face turns to stone. His reaction is so intense I suck in a breath. I’m confused until Eddie throws his arm over my shoulder whispering in my ear. “I think the boss has the hots for you.”