Page 78 of Killer Kiss

“It’s Ophelia?”

I groaned internally. “Yes.”

Eve and Lyric went quiet.

“Shut up,” I complained to them, even though they hadn’t said a word.

“Aug, that woman is not there to learn how to dance. She’s there for you. You’ll be fine. Make sure she pays.” Eve ended the call without letting me argue back.

I squeezed my eyes closed, cursing her in my head.

“She’s not coming, is she?” Ophelia called.

“No.”

“Great. See you then.” She pushed to her feet and moved toward the door.

I screwed my face up and forced out the words. “I’ll teach you.”

Ophelia paused and then slowly turned around. “Why? You made it pretty clear you can’t stand the sight of my face.”

I choked out a laugh. That so wasn’t the problem. It was more that I wanted to kiss her damn face. But I wasn’t going to say that. “Eve needs the money. She’ll kill me if I let you walk out.”

Ophelia pulled the money from her purse and put it down on the table. “There. You’ve been paid. Tell her you taught me all your sexy moves and I went home and used them to lure men into my bed.”

She flipped her hair when she walked away, and fuck if that sass didn’t just spur me on.

Or maybe it was the thought of her dancing for other men.

Fuck that.

“Sit your ass down, Ophelia.”

I expected more attitude, but to my surprise, she sat back down in a chair that rocked a little on its back legs with the force of her weight. I turned up the music and cursed Eve again for making me do this.

Sultry beats vibrated through the speakers, and I leaned over the bar on my way past, grabbing a bottle of vodka by the neck, and pouring a shot straight into my mouth as I stalked across the room to where Ophelia sat watching me.

The alcohol burned on the way down, but not as much as how bad I wanted her.

I pulled my shirt off and straddled her, one leg either side of her thighs, and she let out a yelp.

“What are you doing? This is supposed to be a pole dance class.”

I clamped my hands onto the back of her chair and sank down, so I hovered over her lap, just inches away from touching her. “I’ll teach you how to dance, but I don’t do pole.”

I waited for her to shove me away, and she started to, her hands coming up onto my chest. But then she stared up at me with those big brown eyes, and a spark of fire ignited behind them.

Fuck. Her hands on me felt so damn good. I rolled my hips, pushing them toward her and then back again, glaring at her the entire time, mad as fuck, and somehow turned on all at once.

“I somehow doubt that Eve teaches like this.” She raised an eyebrow, playing the unimpressed role well.

But I saw the quick glance down my body that lingered on my abs.

I put my lips to her ear, letting my breath mist over her skin. “I’m not Eve. Now shut up and learn.”

She bit her lip, like it was all that was keeping her from giving me the mouthful I deserved. Instead, that attitude lit up in her eyes, and she very slowly, very deliberately, dragged her fingers over my pecs and down my abs with a touch that was so personal it had me faltering.

The gleam in her eyes was a challenge.

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