Page 27 of Sinful Secrets

He pulls me into his chest. “You are more than welcome to come here whenever you want. I never meant to make you feel like I was embarrassed by you or what we have going on.”

I spin around and press my lips to his. “Thank you. I guess you should take me home because you have an early morning.”

The walk downstairs to his car is completely silent. He leaves the apartment complex and heads to my dorm.

Breaking the silence, he asks, “So, why dancing?”

I knew this was going to come back up.

“I just started dancing, but I plan to stop as soon as I get enough money saved up. It’s only temporary.”

“I can help you find a job. I have contacts all over the city.”

I look down at my hands in my lap. “That would be great, but I kind of need the money now.”

He turns the car around and heads back toward The King’s Empire.

“Are we going to the club?”

“No.”

Instead of turning left into the club’s parking lot, he turns right into the shipyard.

“What are we doing here? Are we breaking and entering?”

He chuckles. “We aren’t breaking in. I work here sometimes.”

“You work at a shipyard?”

“Yeah, sometimes.”

Why would he work at a shipyard part time?

He parks and turns off the car. “Are you willing to bend the rules in order to make a lot of money?”

I turn to face him. “I’m not going to make a porno or anything like that, so if that’s what you had in mind, I’m going to have to pass.”

He roars with laughter. “I’ll be right back.”

I scroll through his radio stations as he greets a man before ducking inside one of the buildings. He comes back holding a black duffle bag, similar to the one I bring to the club.

He places the bag in my lap as he heads back toward my dorm. “How do you feel about selling drugs to earn more money?”

I’ve never done drugs before. Hell, I’ve never even seen drugs up close.

Can I turn into a drug dealer in order to pay my tuition?

What if I get caught?

Is this the customer service he’s in? Drug dealing?

I let out a sigh. “You seemed so normal at the museum.”

“It’s for my boss. I don’t deal with this side of business anymore. This should sell for twenty thousand dollars. You can have my cut, which is eight thousand.”

I open the bag to see hundreds of tiny bags filled with pills. “Pills?”

“Ecstasy. I didn’t figure you’d want to start with the harder shit. The pills always sell great at the club.”

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