Page 11 of Sin

She licked her lips and he watched that pink little tongue with envy. He wanted to lick her all over.

“I noticed you only have female strippers but what about the rest of the population of Cardinal and surrounding towns? Women went gaga over Magic Mike. Probably even men did as well. Don’t they deserve a fantasy too?”

He could tell she was nervous, but damn, she came up with an idea right off the bat.

“You make an excellent point,” he said. “I like it. Write up the proposal.”

Her brow furrowed. “Just like that?”

“Yeah. I’m not a complicated guy.” He leaned forward, resting his arms on the table. “The biggest question is, can you handle what happens in this place?”

She thought for a long moment, staring at him. Then she lifted her chin. “I can handle anything that goes on here.”

That show of strength surprised him.

“How about you come tonight from seven to closing for a trial run?” He held up a hand when she opened her mouth. “Saying it and accepting it are two different things.”

“Okay,” she agreed.

He took hold of her hand and brought it up to his lips and kissed the soft skin. “Be here at seven. Wear a black dress or a black skirt. The VIP rooms are available at six so you’ll be able to get a taste of what it’s like.”

She stood up, smiling. “Thank you, Mr. Ares. I’ll be here at seven.”

“It’s just Ares. My last name is Wardon.”

“Ares Wardon?”

“Actually, my real name is Travis but when I joined the MC, they started calling me Ares because of the ‘war’ part of my last name.”

“Are you in the same club as Courtney?”

“How do you know Courtney?”

“He’s dating my friend, Livia.”

“That’s good. I thought I was going to have to fight him for a moment.”

“Why?”

“For your hand, obviously.” He winked. “Don’t let the idea of bikers freak you out. We’re a club, but we’re also legitimate business owners. One brother is even a CPA.”

She let out a low snort of amusement. “I’ve recently discovered that a mask hides a lot of things. What should be scared and revered is mocked and despised, so maybe … if the devout can be sinful, then perhaps sin can be devout. At least, that’s my theory.”

Damn. Someone royally fucked up by letting her get away. “Something tells me you have quite the story. I hope you share it one day.”

She shrugged. “It’s not that great of a story. I’ll see you at five.”

He nodded and walked her to the front door. She smiled at him, and then she was gone. Ares pulled out his phone and a moment later Hunter answered.

“I found her,” Ares said, getting right to the point.

“You found a hostess?” Hunter asked.

“Yes, but that’s not what I meant. I found her, and she’s perfect.”

Hunter sucked in a sharp breath. For years they talked about finding a woman to be their personal sex toy.

“Innocent?”

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