Page 90 of Protecting Christina

I texted back. “What did you have in mind?”

“How about that strip club I saw you at weeks ago?”

A strip club?

I suddenly remembered what she was talking about. I’d seen her there when I’d followed Tina’s boyfriend into that place. If she was looking for some visual foreplay, I was game.

“I’ll pick you up at seven.”

“No. I’ll take a cab there. It’s sexier that way.”

I groaned. This woman messed me up. She fucked with my head and my heart was confused as hell. She wanted my body, that I was sure about. She even liked spending time with me, but I wanted more.

“I’ll be there.” I texted and stuffed my phone in my pocket. I was already hard just thinking about seeing her in a place full of naked women. She would be fully clothed and only I knew what those button-up blouses and black pencil skirts hid underneath. Fuck, I had to stop thinking of Christina or that secretary would think this tent in my pants was for her.

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The strip club was busy. A single man or a group of people occupied every table. I found one near the back, in a dark corner. It was perfect.

As I sat down, a new show started on stage. The woman wore a superhero costume and used a play sword in ways I didn’t think a major franchise would approve of. I smiled, thinking how sexy Christina would look wearing that tight black outfit and how it would hug all of her curves.

Just then, my body tingled, and a movement to my right caught my attention. Christina walked in and looked around the room. She didn’t see me as I watched her glance at her phone and then back around the room. I texted her. “You look fucking beautiful.”

Her head whipped around and finally she saw me. She smirked and strutted over toward me. She wore a tight black dress tonight. She was always prepared to fuck. I loved that about her.

My dick hardened again. It was in a perpetual state of semi-arousal whenever she was near or even just thinking about her.

“Hi,” she said. “Is this seat taken?”

I grinned. Did she want to role-play? I was down for that. “I was expecting my girlfriend, but you’ll do nicely.”

She narrowed her eyes, and I fought back my amusement. “Do you easily replace your girlfriends ?”

“Only my fake ones.”

She licked her lips and sat down beside me in the booth. “How’s the show?”

“It just got a hell of a lot better.”

Her lips twitched, and I ran my finger along her bare arm. Goosebumps raised onto her skin.

A server walked up to our table and smiled. “What can I get you guys?”

“Ladies first,” I said, looking at Christina.

“Um…” she pushed back her hair and grabbed the drink menu. The server tilted her head and stared at her. Realization dawned on her face.

“Oh, hey,” she said.

“Hey,” Christina replied.

There was a tension between them I didn’t understand.

“I’ll have a gin and soda.”

Although the server was still staring at Christina, I placed my order as well. “I’ll take a scotch, neat.”

Raising her chin, Christina smiled. “Thank you.”

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