Page 16 of Jagger

It’s louder still when I trace the curve of her neck with the tip of my nose.

“Answer me,” I press, spinning her around to face me.

“No.” She shakes her head briskly.

“No, you won’t answer the question or no is the answer to the question?”

“No is the answer to the question,” she breathes.

Lies.

“Somehow, I find that hard to believe, sweetheart.” I smirk, my lips hovering over hers as I trap her body in my grasp.

“Monroe! Get your ass back on the dance floor!” That’s Betty barking over the music. “I’m not paying you to find your late-night conquest.”

Flashing her the finger, I keep my eyes on Vida, the smirk on my lips widening in satisfaction at her cheeks reddening all the more.

There’s my confirmation.

“Like I said, I find that hard to believe, but I won’t make you own up to it…yet. Come find me when you’re ready, baby.”

And with that, I leave her at the bar, speechless, mouth agape. I don’t want to peel myself away from her—almost can’t—but Betty’s watching me like a hawk. Knowing Vida’s here, though, clearly to see me nonetheless, ensures I’m most definitely going to be far more distracted than I was when the evening started.

* * *

Calvin’son stage working his hot cop routine while Rush and Paulie rile up a 21st birthday party, leaving me to wander the floor from table to table. I’m not sure how much time has passed since walking away from Visa at the bar but, at some point during a highly entertaining lap dance, I feel a tap at my shoulder. Glancing back toward the source, a very flushed Vida awaits me, offering nothing more than a coy and very tipsy smile.

“I’m ready,” she quips, without a single regard for the woman I’m straddling.

This girl…

I give her a deliberate once-over and shake my head, trying to hide an appeased smile. “Go check if the room is vacant. I’ll be right there.”

Once again, her smile is the only answer she proffers as she swivels around and disappears through the club.

My eyes are glued to her ass the whole way.

Every vision that’d consumed me over the last week comes flooding back with a vengeance. I can hardly wait to get my hands on her, plan to break every single one of Betty’s even if it costs me this damn job.

I want her, and I’m gonna fucking have her.

Even if it’s for fifteen minutes.

As soon as one song fades into the next, I finish off the stay-at-home-mom beneath me with a bang and hustle my way to VIP faster than I have in the three years I’ve worked here. Vida’s already there waiting for me beside the bouncer. He nods and stands aside to let us by, not a single question asked.

“So are you going to admit you did come back for another dance,” I muse aloud as I lead us down the short hallway and push open the door.

Vida shakes her head, holding her chin up proudly. “No, but now that I’m here and I’ve had a few drinks, I figured why the hell not.”

The sassiness in her tone springs me into action before I can think my next move through. I’m on her faster than either one of us anticipated, pressing her face-front against the now closed entryway.

“You know I’m not buying that. Tell me why we’re here.”

“I don’t know.” She shrugs, breath hitching as I trail my hands along her curves.

“Lie to yourself, Vida. You know exactly why you’re here. Tell me.”

“I want more…”

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