Pretend You're Mine (Inked Hearts 3)
“What about you, babe?” Dean raises a brow. “You willing to offer a show.”
Ryan is still staring at the curtain.
He’s not here.
He’s not mine.
Is he ever going to be mine?
“What do you think?” I rest my palm on his thigh. “Should I?”
Finally, he looks at me.
“I can drag you to that back room. Give you an excuse to spy on her.”
“That’s not—”
“Or I could strip right here.” I play with the hem of my dress. “Let everyone watch me grind against you.”
He just stares.
Words rise in my throat without stopping in my brain. “Would you even care if I was naked in your lap?”
His brow furrows with confusion.
“What do you say, Ryan? Let’s go. Right here.” I climb onto his lap. Hike my dress up my thighs.
His hands go to my hips. “What are you doing?”
“We’re at a strip club.”
“Stop.”
“Am I that repulsive—”
“You know that’s not it.”
“No. I don’t know anything.”
He pushes me off his lap.
I stumble backwards. Land on my ass.
Fuck. That hurts.
I push myself to my feet. Pull my purse from the table. “Excuse me. I’ve had enough of tonight.” I spin on my heels. Move to the exit as quickly as possible.
But I’m not getting any closer to privacy.
He’s coming after me.
Chapter 27
Leighton
It’s a breezy summer night, but my blood is boiling.
The freeway overpass roars with a steady stream of cars.