Page 16 of Scattered Glitter

Goose bumps start to form on my arms, and I know right away it’s not because of the woman I’ve just served. I wipe my hands on a towel and let my eyes drift toward the entrance as if drawn by a magnet, drawn toher,the one thing I allow myself to obsess over these days.

She steps into the club, her skin shimmering with glitter that catches the light, and the crowd parts around her as if she’s their queen.

The woman who literally sparkles and shines in the darkness of my night.

And with that one glance at her, I’m already sporting a semi. It’s been months since I’ve touched anyone but myself, grief taking its toll. Before everything fell apart, I had my fair share of women, never more than once, neverserious. I tend to get bored way too quickly for anything else.

That face, though.

That perfect body, the way she moves—it’s been three months since I first saw her, and she still hasn’t become boring. Not once. I doubt she ever will, especially since she’s not fucking interested in what I’m offering.

You ever wanted to fuck someone so bad shit is on your mind all fucking day?

Yesterday, she seemed more intrigued than on any of the other nights. Of course, I’ve noticed how she looks at me as if she likes what she sees, but every time I try to flirt with her, it doesn’t seem to register. And it’s not because she’s dense. It’s quite the opposite. She’s sharp and funny, at least from what I’ve seen watching her night after night. She’s a party girl, loud and flirty, and she never goes home alone.

The way she does it, you might think it’s all a game to her—picking up guys—like it was for me when I picked up girls. But I know a fellow tortured soul when I see one. It’s in her eyes. Those haunted eyes look so sad, even when a grin spreads across her face. It’s as if I’m the only one who sees it. Or I’m the only one who cares.

Maybe that’s what fascinates me about her.

Or maybe it’s because she’s the hottest girl I’ve ever laid eyes on, and she’s fucked everybody in this club but me.

I probably spend too long obsessing over Sparkle because the blonde who was in front of me and so determined to sit my shift out is gone.

Oh well.

If I start hooking up again, it wouldn’t be with her anyway. It’d be with the brunette already surrounded by a crowd of guys on the dance floor like every damn night. She and her glitter are a flame, and every straight guy’s dick turns into a moth when she walks in.

God, Ineed to work on my metaphors.

I’m ready to grab the Jack, but she doesn’t even look my way, and where she usually gets herself a drink first and then flirts around to find a guy to take home, taking her time, tonight it seems she’s…in a hurry?

One guy is dancing at her back while another stands in front of her, talking. She doesn’t appear interested in what he’s saying. Instead, she reaches up and pulls his head down to her, kissing him while she grinds into the guy behind her.

Holy shit, that’s hot as fuck.

Their hands roam over her body, sliding over her cami and under the hem of her short skirt, andfuck, what I would give to be one of them. The idea of getting my hands on her, feeling her body move against mine the way she does with them.

Goddammit.

Shifting uncomfortably, I adjust my stance so I can subtly rearrange my hardening cock behind the bar. The last thing I need is to pop a full-on hard-on while I’m supposed to be working. Except it’s impossible not to react when I see her like this, lost in the music, her hair a wild tangle around her face, her eyes closed, lips parted while one of the guys licks up her throat.

I imagine she tastes sweet with a hint of whiskey, and my mouth waters at the thought. Clenching my jaw, I will my body to calm the fuck down, but I can’t tear my eyes away. There’s a hunger in her movements that’s raw and almost painful to watch. Something seems off with her tonight. She’s not truly enjoying herself.

Once more, I’m the only one who seems to see the cracks in her façade and how her eyes don’t quite match the intensity of her actions. She seems to be trying to drown herself in sensation.

I know that feeling all too well.

She takes the guy she was kissing by the hand and drags him into the women’s bathroom, leaving the second standing there like an idiot while he watches them go. It’s nothing new. I’ve seen her disappear with guys in there more than once. And honestly, I prefer it to the thought of her taking someone back to her place. This city is full of assholes with bad intentions. Though with her being a stripper, she’s probably used to dealing with pricks and knows how to handle them.

A stripper.

I don’t know why that surprised me. I would make money with that body, too, if I were her.Is she doing extra?Is that what this is? Is she looking for clients? Tonight, is she that desperate because she’s out of money?

I try to focus on anything else—serving drinks, watching the ever-growing crowd, chatting with Sienna—but it’s no use. My mind is stuck on Sparkle, and I can’t easily breathe until I see her come back out of the bathroom, guy in tow. She looks disheveled and fucked but not content.

I swear I would take better care of you.

Lucky Guy, who just fucked her, on the other hand, looks blissed out.Fuck, I would crawl over broken glass to lick his dick, simply to maybe get a taste of her.

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