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“Good,” he grunts, beginning to walk away from me. “This is going to be a good night, and I think you’re going to fit in well here.”

“Sal?” I call out.

He stops moving and turns to face me. “Where do the other girls work?” I ask. His brows lift, and he grins, giving me a wink.

“Nothing salacious. Got a little dance club in one of the back rooms. Girls work there, but you don’t.”

My lips curve up into a small smile. “I don’t?” I ask.

He shakes his head slowly. “Can tell just from one look it ain’t for you, sweetheart.”

I start to open my mouth to ask him why, but he doesn’t let me say a single word. Instead, he continues talking.

“Not only is it not for you, but the way that man looked at you, he would have my balls if I even attempted to let you.”

Maybe those words should offend me. That sounds controlling… the single wordletshould send me into a tailspin. I know what it is to be controlled by a man. But when my belly fills with butterflies, I realize I like it when it comes to him.

I’m not even sure why.

I just think Gnaw is cute. I don’t even know him. And the last time I picked a man, it ended up being fourteen years of abuse that I can’t seem to escape from. But I’m not the sixteen-year-old girl I once was. I’ve been through hell and back. And Gnaw gives me butterflies.

Real ones.

The look in his eyes isn’t bad. Sure, he’s a bad boy, but I don’t think he’s bad.

I want to know what he tastes like. I want to know what every inch of him feels like. I want it all. I can’t remember the last time I even had desires, but when I look at him, that’s all I feel—raw, uninhibited desires.

CHAPTER

SIX

KYLE

I thoughtit was busy in the bar last night, but it doesn’t hold a candle to tonight. I am swamped. There are men everywhere. They come and go, in the back, out to the floor, to the back again.

And they all want food and drinks, apparently. Doing whatever it is they’re doing back there makes them hungry and thirsty. Even though they can go to the dance club in the back of the bar, this is the only place they can get drinks. Which means I’m their only waitress unless they are sitting at the bar, then Sal and another bartender work that area.

I am ecstatic.

The tips have been amazing.

Sal really hooked me up with this job. A complete stranger. I can’t believe this is real life. I want to pinch myself. If I had time, I might do just that, but these men keep me busy as I run back and forth to the bar.

Thankfully, most of them just order bottled beer or something from the kitchen, which is easy enough.

I don’t know if it’s a small-town thing or just a Pineville thing, but these men really tip amazingly. I don’t know how many apartments are here yet, but if every night is like this, I’ll be in my own place soon. Really damn soon.

The night goes on, and it only begins to die down about an hour before closing. Then Sal finally closes down, and I start to help him clean up. The bartender, Dennis, Sal, and I start chatting about the evening. It seemed really calm for as many people as there were in the building, which intrigues me.

Once I’m finished flipping the chairs to the tabletops and sweeping the floors, a group of ten girls appears from the hallway. I see Bren among them. She lifts her hand and waves, calling out my name.

The girls almost move as a single unit, making their way toward me. Bren introduces me to all of them. They are all gorgeous with full faces of makeup, their hair up in varying messy buns, and wearing comfortable-looking clothes.

“You’re gorgeous,” one of them states, lifting her hand and pointing at me.

“No,” Sal shouts from the other side of the bar. We all swing our heads to look at him. “Kyle stays in the bar. I need someone to work the floor, and she’s great, the best I’ve ever had. She doesn’t go to the back, not ever.”

Bren’s eyes widen, and she swings her gaze back to meet mine, but then her lips curve up into a grin. “Did you make some good money tonight?” she asks.

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