Stripped - A Forbidden Hot Boss Romance

He nodded. “I guess I get what you’re saying, but…” he blew out a long breath. “Do what you feel you have to, but if we start losing money, then we have to take another look. Agreed?”

“Agreed.”

We spent the rest of the day dealing with issues in our other clubs and bars. By the time I got home, it was almost midnight. It had already been a long-ass week, and it was only Monday.

Alyssa took Monday nights off because the club wasn’t all that busy, and since she wasn’t there, I decided not to go in either. Deke and his boys could take care of anything that happened.

I poured myself a glass of bourbon and logged onto the club’s camera feed. I reviewed the tapes from last week, noting anyone who got handsy with the girls. Some regulars got too close for my liking. Tomorrow, I would have my assistant send out an email and update the website with the new policies and procedures.

I scrolled through the video history until I came to the video from the opening night when I’d watched Alyssa dance.

When her eyes zeroed in on the camera, I once again felt like she was watching me through the screen. I pressed pause.

Fuck.

Stunning didn’t come close to describing her.

My dick hardened and pulsed with its own heartbeat. I shoved down my trousers and boxers. I was so worked up and horny as fuck, and it would only take a matter of minutes to come.

I stroked up and down, showing myself no mercy. My muscles tightened. A fire started at the base of my spine and quickly engulfed my body. All too soon, cum spurted over my hands, but I wasn’t sated. Far from it.

Nothing would satisfy me until I was inside her.

Until she was mine.Chapter Six - AlyssaAt the end of the week, I usually gave my house fee to Blade or Deke, who would pass it on to Shane. Tonight, I wanted to give him my cut personally. I wanted to thank him for throwing the jerk who’d felt me up out of the club. I also wanted to apologize for seeming less than grateful for his assistance.

He’d stood up for the other girls and me. While Johnny had been a good guy with a big heart, he often turned a blind eye when a customer’s hands wandered. It felt good to know Shane had our back.

I knocked on the office door and walked in without waiting for an invitation. Shane looked up from his paperwork.

When he saw me, something close to desire flashed through his eyes.

“What can I do for you?”

I placed an envelope on his desk. “I wanted to give you this and say thank you for what you did.”

He picked up the envelope and glanced inside. “There’s too much here.”

“It’s my way of saying thanks.”

“There’s no need.” He took out the extra money. “Our job is to protect you and make you feel safe. If we don’t, shame on us.”

Shane slid the money across the desk. I picked it up and shoved it into the back pocket of my jeans. Every cent would help to make my dream of owning a club come true.

He leaned back in his leather chair, and an urge to straddle his lap flashed through me. “Was there anything else?”

I swallowed hard and shoved the urge away. “The girls and I are happy that you and your partners bought this place from Johnny. We didn’t know if you would turn it into a regular club or keep it as it was. It was a good move. Everyone’s profits are up, and we’re getting a better caliber of clientele.”

He nodded.

I shifted from foot to foot. “Guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”

I moved towards the door, disappointed that he didn’t want to chat.

“Wait.”

I spun around.

“I’m sorry for what I said the first night we met. I have some preconceived ideas about what you do. The story is long and boring, and one you don’t want to hear. Perhaps I can make it up to you by taking you for dinner sometime. How about Monday night?”

I would have been less shocked if the Pope had walked in and asked me out on a date. My eyebrows shot up to my hairline, and I gestured my pointer finger between us. “You and me? Dinner? Like a date?”

He chuckled, the sound setting every hair on my body on end.

“Yes,” he said. “Like a date. There’s something about you, Alyssa. I can’t get you out of my mind. I want to get to know you better. I want you to understand I’m not a bastard.”

I stood in silence, still in shock. The man I’d masturbated in the shower over was asking me out on a date. So much for having sworn off men. Getting involved in a workplace romance could be disastrous. If it didn’t work out, I would have to leave, but on the other hand, if it did work out, it could be a lot of fun for both of us. Plus, it wasn’t like he’d gotten down on one knee.