Page 59 of Queen Of Dark Money

Thatskirt had to be purePVC.

Itlooked like straight plastic.

Ididn’t know how she could possibly sit in that thing.

“Alright, next up,KittyKat, an out-of-towner who’s just here to have some fun.”

Shesauntered onto the stage, and something foreign began to blast out of the speakers, the words unrecognizable even to my multilingual ears.Itwas slower than the choices from the other girls, but with a sensual undertone and some really croony moans as background melody.Asthe singers moaned to the beat, she stroked that pole, and allIcould think was that it’d feel a million times better if she’d strokemy poleinstead.

Fuck.

Doublefucks.

Thisgirl knew what she was doing; she knew what she had and how to work it, andIfelt myself melting into the seat asmen started to whistle and throw money at her left and right.Herback arched in the most beautiful way when she dipped and swirled, and even thoughI’dnever seen a woman pole dance in combat boots, she made it look effortless, using the tips of them like most girls used their heels.Shedidn’t stumble like some of the others did.Didn’ttrip over her own feet like the last woman.Whenthe beat dropped again, she swung around that fucking metal rod like an acrobat, using the force of her movement to lift her legs in the air and wrap one around that pole.Herknee gripped the cold metal from behind, and she let go, confident in her skills as the crowd went fucking batshit insane for her.

Thosetits were about to fall out of her shirt, and her skirt lifted–or fell, rather–to expose her perfectly sculpted asscheeks, separated by what looked like a lace pink thong to match the rest of her.

Fuck, she should call herselfBubblegumwith a getup like that.Iwondered if her pussy was as pink as the rest of her.

AndthenIshook myself.

Whatwas happening to me?Icouldn’t even think straight.

Ihad never fallen for a woman like that before.Andit wasn’t like she’d done anything these professional strippers couldn’t do.Hell, ifIhad to bet, she was probably a working girl from the next town over, coming somewhere she wouldn’t be recognized to play around a little.Ithappened from time to time.Riverwas more than happy to poach the girls who were looking for a better gig.

Iheard him slowly clapping behind me as the girl righted herself, those boots hitting the ground silently like a fucking cat.Shehopped off the stage after picking up the huge stack of large bills the onlookers had been kind enough to shower her with, sauntering over toRiverlike she knew him.

Shebrushed against my shoulder as she walked right past me as ifIdidn’t exist, and my heart thudded like thunder inmy chest.Iwished she’d come back and rub that body all over me instead of him.Womenknew instinctively who he was–he was the owner, and he dressed the part.Peopledeferred to him, moved out of his way, even bowed to him as he graced them with his presence sometimes.Itwas only natural that she’d seek him out.

Andthen she took off that pink bunny mask, andIwatchedRiver’swhole demeanor change instantly.

“Whatthe fuck do you think you’re doing out here?” he hissed, grabbing her by the hand to drag her forcefully to his office.Imanaged to sneak in before he slammed the door, and blinked in surprise when the bubblegum fairy herself perched that pretty ass on his desk and turned to pout at him.

Nofucking way.

MissCatrionaSinclair.

“You’vegotta be shitting me,”Iwhispered under my breath, stunned speechless.Noway in hell did a girl like her have any business knowing how to move likethat.

“Iwouldn’t shit you; you’re my favorite turd,” she quipped, her smile radiant as fuck.Thatdeep blue gaze snapped over toRiveras the sound of breaking glass filled the room.He’dchucked the empty wine bottle at the wall, which shattered into a million tiny fragments.Theman didn’t even hesitate before grabbing the brandy decanter, tipping it to fill his glass with the amber liquid.Iwatched asMissSinclairblinked slowly, taking in the mayhem her jailer was in the process of creating.

Shelooked at me for answers. “Ishe like this a lot?”

Ishrugged noncommittally. “Heisn’t always like this.Butwhen he gets frustrated, he dips into it pretty hard.”

Riversnarled and turned on me before tossing back the whole glass of brandy. “Fuckyou,Rafe.Youdon’t know as much about me as you think.”Heslipped sideways, stumbling to his desk with the single-mindedness of a drunk losing all motorfunction and coordination. “Whoput this desk so damn far away?”

MissSinclairgiggled, which was apparently the wrong thing to do, andRiver’shand slammed down on the desk next to her, making her jump.Sheflinched away from him now, and a base, primitive part of me couldn’t stand the way he turned that confident, sexy temptress into a cowering kitten.

Istepped forward, wrapping a hand around her upper arm slowly. “Comeon, sweetheart,Idon’t think this is the best place for you to be right now.River’sin one of his moods–”

“--Fuckyou,Rafe–”

“--andIthink the safest place for us both is his apartment while he sleeps this off down here on the couch.”

Shenodded wordlessly, letting me drag her from the office and out onto the floor.She’dput her little mask back on, andItook a second or two to admire the way it made it all feel so mysterious, so alluring, so forbidden, asIdragged her up the stairs.

Ifiddled with the spare key and made sure to take it in with me, locking the door behind myself soRivercouldn’t decide to wander up and pester us when he started to sober up a tad.Nodoubt the man was slumped on the couch at the moment, snoring away the next two hours of his life.Thebouncers would shut the place down, like usual, and nobody would deny me entry here, nor would they bother me whileIwas up here with a girl.Riverlet me use his apartment a lot, and as such,I’dbecome a permanent fixture here—free reign wherever and wheneverIwas around.

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