Page 39 of Best Served Cold

His eyes, which had been wide and full of questions, shuttered, and he pushed off from the wall.

“Guess we’re one to one,” he said in that flat tone he used, tucking himself away.

“Yup.” I focused on doing up my pants, not quite at the point where talking in sentences was a possibility.

I would have agreed to a draw since we’d both finished, but I was taking the W if he was giving it to me.

“Crimson Club.”

“Huh?” I looked up from my fly, sliding the button home.

“That’s my other job.”

“Crimson Club?” I asked, still a bit stupid from my orgasm. “Are you a bartender?”

“Nope.”

“Bouncer?”

The corner of his lip quirked up in a barely there smile. “Stripper.”

Of all the jobs he could have confessed to, stripper would have been at the bottom of my list.

“Really?”

He nodded.

“And River and Gray…”

“Also strippers.”

A vision of Zane doing an over-the-top Magic Mike-style dance flashed in my mind’s eye. It should have been ridiculous to picture Zane, who barely showed emotion, dancing and tearing his clothes off for tips, but it was oddly fascinating.

He smirked. “See ya tomorrow.”

Still processing everything, I nodded dumbly. He stepped around me and walked away.

What the fuck did we just…?

How did we go from putting Zane in a timeout so he didn’t get arrested to us making out and coming all over each other?

Everything about the exchange was wrong. Wasn’t it? It had felt good, but not for the reasons it should have. The entire encounter had been rough and mocking. More about control than pleasure.

Was I into that?

Guilt and fear prickled at the edges of my consciousness now that I was able to focus better.

What had I done? And more importantly, why had I done it?

Still somewhat in a daze, I patted my pocket, checking for my keys.

I needed to get the fuck out of here. What was done, was done. I didn’t regret it, but I couldn’t let it happen again.

Not that Zane would want to. He’d won. He got his answers and his bragging rights.

This was a dangerous game we were playing. Thank fuck it was over and we could go back to being coworkers who annoyed the shit out of each other.

7

---