Page 59 of Dust to Dust

I smiled. “Really well. I think it’s going to be a great addition to the club.”

“I’m glad to hear it.”

Quinn swiveled in his chair before reaching out and grabbing my waist. He then plopped me down on his lap. When he buried his face in my chest, I tried wriggling out of my embrace. “I was only delivering dinner.”

He grunted in frustration. “Can’t I have some dessert first?”

I laughed. “Not when I’m supposed to go on in about five minutes.”

“I could make you come in two.”

Cocking my brows at him, I replied, “Is that right?”

“Yes, it is.”

“As tempting as that is, I don’t want to be slipping and sliding on the pole because I didn’t have time to clean up.”

Quinn’s eyes glittered with lust. “I think I’ll purchase a dance from you tonight.”

“Oh no you won’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t want there to be money between us.”

“So you’ll give me one for free?”

I laughed. “Of course.”

“I’ll have to take you up on that offer very soon.”

“I look forward to it.” I then hopped off his lap. Nodding at the plate, I said, “Eat. Maybe you’ll be less grumpy.”

He snorted. “I’ll try.”

I wiggled my fingers at him before leaving his office. I had to hurry down the stairs. I’d just gotten into place backstage when my music came on. Since he was eating, I didn’t expect to see Quinn. For the first time, he didn’t watch my set. I couldn’t help missing his eyes on me.

As soon as I came off stage, Angela, Paula’s assistant, had a dance set up for me. I hurried down the hallway. I gave a fleeting glance to the bouncer in the doorway before I went inside the room. The middle-aged man seated on the couch gave off an even bigger arrogant vibe than the usual rich guy. Men like him were great for tips, but they made my skin crawl.

My music came on, and I began rolling my hips to the beat. I swished and swayed my ass and breasts in front of him, letting the music flow through me.

“Enough. Lose the top, and get on my lap,” he ordered.

Forcing a seductive grin to my lips, I replied, “As you wish.”

After untying my top, I tossed the fabric to the floor. At the lick of his lips, I inwardly gagged. I don’t know why I was surprised. Men were so predictable, and almost all the clients did that at the sight of my bare breasts.

I dropped down onto his lap, straddling his hips. After placing my hands on each side of his head, my hips ground into his erection. As he groaned with pleasure, I started reciting molecular techniques in my head starting with gel electrophoresis.

I’d moved on to polymerase chain reactions when his hand came around my throat. I froze mid hip thrust. “Um, I’m sorry, but you’re not allowed to touch me.”

A smirk curved across his lips. “I bet I can change your mind.”

I shook my head. “No. It’s the club’s rules. I could get in trouble.”

He released his grip on my neck to slide his hand down my breastbone. “You’re such a good little girl to follow the rules.”

“Yes, I do. So please remove your hand.”

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