Page 10 of Sin

Her fair complexion flushed red. He didn’t remember ever seeing a woman blush before and it fascinated him.

“I was in a coffee shop and I eavesdropped on two women talking.”

That amused him. “All right.”

He strode closer, and the scent of warm spice hit him, making his mouth water, and he realized it was her. He licked his lips, wondering if she tasted like sugar, spice, and everything nice. “Do you have any experience being a hostess?”

Disappointment dulled her eyes. “No. I don’t have a lot of work experience. I-I’m sorry for wasting your time.”

She turned to leave and he hurried to push the door closed, preventing her from disappearing. By doing that, however, it brought him flush against her body, her back to his chest. The contact had his heart galloping and his cock going rock-hard in an instant.

“Don’t go,” he murmured softly. A little tremor rolled through her body and he hoped to fucking God it was because she felt what he was feeling. “I don’t care if you don’t know how to greet customers. I can teach you everything you need to know.”

She nodded, so slight he wondered if she actually did it. He eased back settling his hands on her shoulders to turn her around. Her cornflower eyes were wide, and he felt himself sliding into the depths of her gaze. Trapped between him and the door, she bit her bottom lip. That luscious plump lip he wanted to suck on, or have it wrapped around his dick. He wasn’t picky. With a finger, he freed the bit of skin from her teeth, then caressed her mouth.

“Don’t hurt your pretty little mouth,” he murmured.

“What’s happening?” she asked, a bit breathless.

“You feel it too, don’t you?”

She blinked big, rounded eyes at him. “I feel kind of jittery. Kind of excited.”

“Me too.”

“Really? Or are you just teasing me?”

“No teasing.” He brushed away some hair on her forehead. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Where’d you come from, sweetheart?”

She opened her mouth to reply, but she hesitated. Indecision and fear flashed over her face. She was running from something. Or someone. He wanted to pull her behind him to keep her safe. Fight her monsters and battle the demons.

And what the fuck was he thinking?

“You have no poker face,” he told her. “Whatever you’re running from, I’ll protect you.”

“You don’t even know me.”

“Not yet.” He winked. “Let’s get to know each other.”

He eased back and held out his hand. She looked from it to his face and back again. He waited patiently.

“I’m not going to hurt you.”

She cocked her head, studying him. “I never thought you would.”

Her trust surprised him. “Most people see the tats and think I’m some sort of troublemaker.”

One of her eyebrows went up. It transformed the way she looked at him, and he liked this look on her better. It made her sassy and fucking delectable.

“Oh, you are definitely a troublemaker,” she sassed.

He laughed. “Touché. So, what I need is a hostess. The clientele might be as redneck as you can get, but that doesn’t mean I want it to be just any old gaudy strip club. Majority of the time, we do have women who dance naked, but once a week I incorporate burlesque. Sure, most of the men who come here have no idea with that is, but that combined with half-price drinks brings in a lot of money. The back rooms are for lap dances and renting out to bachelor parties. As a hostess, you’ll have to coordinate those parties. Your main job will be to take care of the VIP section. Those private sections are available for a price. Included in the cost are free lap dancers, as many as they want. They’ll ask you for the girl, and you’ll type it into a tablet which is uploaded to the floor manager’s, and she sends the girls. The area allows privacy so the men can jack off as they watch, but the women aren’t allowed to insert anything anywhere. No pictures and no soliciting for sex. My business partner, Hunter, runs the whorehouse next door. If the men want pussy they need to go there. The VIP price includes thirty minutes with one of the women at Belladonna. Right now, Sarah coordinates with Hunter, but eventually, I’ll ask you to take that role as well. Any questions?”

She looked a little pale and a little shell-shocked. Fuck. Maybe she wasn’t the right person for the job.

“Um. Do you have a women’s night?”

He blinked. “Come again?”

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