Page 26 of Dust to Dust

She grinned. “I knew you had it when you started walking over. You were all glowy.”

Her words caused me to stumble. “Are you okay?” Brooke asked.

“Um, yeah, totally fine.” When she shot me a look, a nervous giggle burst from my lips. “Actually, I’m not okay. I mean, I’m good, but there’s a reason why I’m good. And at the same time, a little confused.”

“Isla, what the hell are you talking about?”

“I wasn’t glowy because of getting the job. It was something else.”

“They told you they’d never seen a better pole dancer before?”

“No, that’s not it at all.”

“Then what?”

“So, one of the owners gave me my lapdance audition. At first, I was like, ‘I can’t do this’ and then he was all ‘I’ll teach you how’. And then–” My cheeks flushed at the memory while wetness pooled between my thighs.

“And what?” Brooke prompted.

As we stepped into the sunshine, I leaned into her ear and whispered, “He made me come.”

Brooke’s eyes popped comically wide. “He what?”

Glancing around us, I replied, “You heard me.”

She slowly shook her head back and forth. “I’m just trying to understand how that happened with your boss of all men.”

“Trust me. I’m just as clueless as you are.”

“Was he hot?”

“Incredibly.”

“Really? That’s awesome. I mean, it was good to have a hottie to get you through your first time. It’s not like all the dicks you have to ride will be attached to hot men.”

Wrinkling my nose, I replied, “Thanks a lot.”

“So what did he look like?”

“You might’ve seen him. He had to rush out at the end because of some emergency, so he might’ve come by the bar on the way out.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh my God, I totally saw that commotion with all these men running around. First, there was drama with some woman screaming at this man, and then she ran out and he was hot on her heels. Then a few minutes passed and two other men were running past us.”

“I bet one of them was Quinn.”

“The guy with the strawberry blonde hair? Oh my God, Isla, he’s so hot!”

I shook my head. “No, he had dark hair and was impossibly tall and built.”

Brooke gasped as her hand flew to her mouth. “The scary as hell guy with the scars?”

“He’s not scary,” I huffed indignantly.

“Are you insane? Even Wesley was like, holy shit that was one of the owners who is quote, ‘scary as hell’.”

With a roll of my eyes, I countered, “He wasn’t scary to me.”

Brooke continued staring incredulously at me. “Is this the moment where you admit your deep dark secret of having crushes on serial killers?”

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