“Is there something I can help you with?”
“You could tell me what’s got you so riled up?”
“Oh, like you don’t know.”
“Why don’t you fill me in, and then we’ll both be on the same page.”
“Okay, if I must.” She pursed her lips and chewed on her bottom lip for a moment, then inhaled a quick breath before saying, “I’m not one of your girls.”
“Excuse me?”
“Last night.” She motioned her hand towards the club. “With those guys who were acting like assholes. You said ‘no one puts their hands on one of my girls,’ and earlier tonight, you said it again.”
“Yeah, and?”
“I’m sure you have many, many girls you screw around with, but I’m not one of them. In fact, I’m nobody’s girl.”
The terrified woman from the night before was gone, and the woman with fire in her eyes had returned. It was this woman who’d come into my office and asked for a job. It was this woman who’d had the strength and determination to pretend she was someone she wasn’t—this woman who was currently making my cock rise to fucking attention. I held her glare as I took a step over to her and growled, “Maybe you missed it, but you work in a fucking strip club...a strip club I run with my brothers. It’s my job and theirs to make sure the women who work here are safe from assholes who don’t know how to keep their fucking hands to themselves—like the assholes who were fucking with you last night and the guy who was fucking with you earlier tonight.”
“Okay. Understood.”
“I certainly hope so.” Those baby blues were focused solely on me as I took a step closer and said, “But just to be sure...You should know there’s a big difference between being one of the girls who work in my club and one of the girls in my bed. Maybe one day, you’ll get the chance to know the difference.”
I watched as a spark of interest flashed through Aubrey’s eyes. I couldn’t begin to count the number of times I’d thought about having her in my bed, and from the way she was standing there looking at me, she’d thought about it too. A light blush swept across her face as she snapped, “What makes you think I’d ever want to know the difference.”
“Oh, you can deny it all you want, but we both know that you do.”
She rolled her eyes with an exasperated sigh and muttered, “You are so full of yourself.”
“Only because I know I’m right.”
She glared at me for a moment, then brushed past me and headed towards the door. “Sorry to break it to you, but I won’t be around long enough for that to happen.”
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