Page 50 of Jolt's Vengeance

"Sure," I say, forcing a grin. "Why not?"

The dancer leads me to a secluded booth, pushing me down onto the plush seat.

As she starts to move to the pulsing beat, gyrating her hips inches from my face, I catch a flash of movement from the corner of my eye.

Aggie.

Her emerald eyes lock with mine, widening in shock.

For a moment, she freezes, her friend tugging on her arm in confusion.

Then her jaw sets, a steely glint entering her gaze.

I watch, transfixed, as she marches over to the bar, orders a drink, and takes a long sip.

Her eyes never leave mine, even as the dancer in front of me continues her routine.

"You okay, honey?" the dancer asks, noticing my distraction.

I nod, not trusting myself to speak.

Because in Aggie's eyes, I can see it clear as day—the green-eyed monster of jealousy.

She hates seeing another woman this close to me, and a primal part of me revels in it.

The dancer finishes her routine with a sultry wink, and I fumble for my wallet, pulling out a generous tip.

As she sashays away, I catch Aggie's gaze again.

Her lips are pursed, a storm brewing behind those emerald eyes.

She stalks over, dropping into the seat next to me with fluid grace.

The scent of her perfume—a heady mix of jasmine and something uniquely Aggie—fills my senses.

"So," she drawls, "did ye enjoy yer wee dance, then?"

I lean back, trying to appear nonchalant despite the way my pulse is racing. "It was good."

Aggie scoffs, tossing her bleached blonde hair over her shoulder. "Good? Is that all? I bet I could give ye a better lapdance, ye ken."

My mouth goes dry at the thought.

I struggle to maintain my composure, meeting her challenging stare. "Didn't think you'd want to give me one."

She leans in close, her breath hot against my ear. "All ye had to do was ask, lad."

Then she pulls back, a wicked gleam in her eye. "Well, maybe beg me for it, and I might give it to ye."

My heart thunders in my chest.

I can't seem to stop myself from playing with fire. "Beg, huh? You know I don't beg for anything, Ghostie."

Aggie's lips curl into a smirk. "There's a first time for everything, Jolt."

I swallow hard, torn between desire and the need to maintain some semblance of control. "You're playing a dangerous game here, Aggie."

She shrugs, the movement drawing my attention to the curve of her neck. "Maybe I like danger. Ye should know that by now."

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