Page 55 of Poison

I got Monday and Tuesday off and spent most of my time trying to get Little Hopper used to me. When Trevor would come home, I'd spend time with him, trying to keep him happy. When Wednesday rolled around, I was pleasantly surprised to see Vic standing behind the bar.

Leaning on the countertop, I glanced around, watching as Trevor headed into the office. "Hey."

Vic smiled at me. "Hey."

I tried to make my pose look as casual as possible. "Are you sure you're okay with this?"

"Okay with what?"

"I work here. I'm going to have to dance, flirt, and rub all over guys. I might even have to do a private dance or…" I swallowed. "...take someone upstairs."

"I've always known what you do for a living, Isaac." Vic began to wipe down the counter. "I own a couple of your movies."

With a giggle, I pressed a hand to my chest. "Get out," I laughed.

"I really like The Naughty Pool Boy. That one is my favorite."

I had to resist the urge to playfully swat him. We were only supposed to be friends and not even good friends at that. He was supposed to be Cherry's boyfriend. Still, the compliment made me blush. The Naughty Pool Boy was a movie about me getting railed by four other men poolside. "You like to watch me get plowed by a group of men?"

He leaned forward, locking his amazing hazel eyes on mine. "I like watching you." He went back to wiping the bar. "When you left, and I found out you were trapped again, watching those movies was the only way for me to see you. I fell in love with you, Isaac."

I gasped, and a tear shimmered in my eye.

"You'd better take care of that. Don't want to ruin your makeup."

He was right. Keeping my head down, I marched off to the dressing room. When the door closed behind me, I broke down, bawling uncontrollably. He loved me, and I knew at that very moment that I loved him. He was the man I wanted to spend my entire life with. Not Trevor fucking Hobbs.

It was time to put on another show. When the music started, I headed to the pole and did my first dance of the night. By the time I was ending my third pole dance, a man off in the corner caught my eye.

I couldn't believe he actually came back. It was just hopeful thinking on my part, and what was even better was that Lucien hadn't come along.

Giving my best, flirty grin, I sauntered up to Lucien's husband. "Hello, handsome."

The man smiled, giving me a once-over before inviting me to sit next to him.

Of course, I took the invitation, scooting in close. My hand lightly slid overhisthigh. "I see you're alone tonight. Can I keep you company?" When he rubbed my ass cheeks, I took the opportunity to climb onto his lap.

"I apologize for my husband's behavior at that party. He's the jealous type."

I waved him off as if it were nothing. He has nothing to be jealous about. He's a cute little pixie."

The hand on my ass squeezed. "And you're a perfect littlepuk."

I wiggled playfully on his lap. "Well, he isn't here now, so you and I can have a good time partying." I grabbed his shirt and pulled his face toward mine. "What are you drinking, handsome?"

"What are you drinking?"

"I'll show you. Don't let anyone take my spot, sweetie. I'll be right back."

I got to my feet and saunteredoffto the bar with a devilish smile. The man was playing right into my hands.

After Vic dealt out a round of shots, I waved him down.

"What's up?"

I subtly pointed to the table. "When drinks come from that table, I'll always order a Poison Apple. Make it light. And the other drink very heavy."

"Heavy tipper, is he?"

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