Page 28 of Claiming Atlas

I look over at Red then nod toward the brunette and her friends. “Looks like the entertainment has arrived.”

“Entertainment?” Johnny’s brow furrows as he steps up beside me and follows my gaze.

“Yeah, bro, tell me those aren’t some of Vegas’ finest?

He scans the group of girls, smirking. “How do you know those are strippers?”

I glance at them, then back at Johnny. “Bro, every girl in Vegas is a stripper if you ask nicely enough.”

But those girls areactualstrippers. I’d bet my left nut.

He laughs, but he knows I’m right.

I tear my gaze away from the brunette, then sneak in the side door of the club behind Johnny. “Make sure that brunette finds her way to my table, yeah?” I say it out loud so both Red and Johnny know to get the job done. Between the two of them, she should be begging for my cock in no time.

“The naughty librarian looking one?” Johnny asks.

“Fuck yeah. Did you see those legs?” I look him up and down with a smirk. He probably comes up to her waist.

He closes the door and leads me to my table. The staff here is cool as fuck, and no one makes a big deal about Red and me as we stroll through to VIP. I know I asked for this life, and I love it, but fuck, man, sometimes I just don’t want people to know my fucking name. It’s hard to people watch when they’re all staring at you.

The hottie VIP host knows my name though. She screamed it loud and proud while I fucked her in the bathroom here during our last Las Vegas tour stop.

She forces a smile when she sees me, but her eyes are tight. Oh, so she hasn’t forgiven me yet. “Hey, Atlas, it’s nice to see you again.” She shakes her long brown hair over her shoulder. I think I bit into that shoulder.

I give her a genuine smile. “Likewise, Anna.”

It is nice to see her again. She’s hot as fuck and I don’t have anything against her, you know? Her jaw clenches as she steps aside to allow me into my booth. As I sit, she turns around, and I appreciate that ass as she walks away. It’s a phenomenal ass, but why go back for seconds when there are so many firsts to be had?

Speaking of...

I scan the crowd for my naughty librarian, but she must not be inside yet. Fuck the door guy for making a piece of ass that fine wait like a peasant. I should send Red to go make sure she gets in. I motion to get Johnny’s attention, then wave him over.

“What’s up, man?” He scans the table to make sure my usual snacks and booze choices are here, then looks at me questioningly.

“That brown-haired chick and her stripper friends? You making them stand in line, bro?”

Johnny smiles sheepishly, then looks over at a booth across from me. I follow his beady little gaze and frown. She’s right there in the middle of all her friends, sitting directly across from me.

I look at Red, then back at Johnny. “Did you not fucking tell her to come over here?” I glance across the way at her and our eyes lock. One of her perfect eyebrows rises.

“Um,” Johnny yells over the music. “She said, ‘thanks but no thanks.’”

I nearly choke. I must have heard him wrong. I tilt my head at her and she smiles, then turns to her friends and acts like she didn’t just turn me down.

Maybe she doesn’t know who the hell I am after all. Confirming she’s not a Banger makes me that much more intrigued. And, now, because I’m a masochist, I want—no,need—to fuck her even more than I wanted to before.

I glance over at Red. “Can you believe this, man? Turned down twice in one fucking trip?”

Red laughs, then shrugs. “You’re losing your touch, boss.”

“Bite your fucking tongue, bro.” I look back at her, then wave at Johnny in dismissal. I’ll send Red over to retrieve her. Clearly Johnny couldn’t get the job done.

That’s twice tonight he’s failed me. First with the marquee, and now with the chick I’ll be banging later.

Three strikes and you’re out, Johnnyboy.

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