Page 9 of Claiming Atlas

“Exactly.”

“You do know that Las Vegas has other strip clubs.”

I frown. “Other than Top Tier? Why even bother?”

Chris laughs. “Good night, man. Call us tomorrow and tell us about the hottest woman alive.”

“Will do. Give our girl a kiss for me.”

“You wish.” Chris ends the call, so I slide the phone back into my pocket. Trinity’s a cool chick, and she’s been around Chris & Cade longer than I have, but... I don’t know, seems kind of boring to fuck the same chick night after night after night.

I lean my head back and watch the streets roll by outside the window as we make our way to the hotel.

Chapter Five

Kayla

My cell rings as I open my locker. I’m in no rush to find it because Scarlet is the only person who would call me this late, and she’s out on the floor making her rounds. I retrieve the phone from my purse and look at the screen as the ringing stops and a text comes through.

It’s Collette, with one single emoji: the brunette with her hand raised.

My brow furrows. Collette is not an emoji kinda gal. She’s called every day for the past week; I should have known that’s who was calling this late.

I can’t imagine her argument has changed, but I type in a quick text anyway.

Me:At work.

Collette:Call me.

Me:The answer is still no. My dancing shoes will be at Goodwill by Saturday. ;-)

Collette:You can be barefoot.

Collette:Call me back.

I roll my eyes with a sigh. Maybe I’ll just send her another winky-face emoji and turn off my phone for the night. Collette is relentless when she wants something, and she almost always wants something. This timeI’mwhat she wants. Well, not me, exactly.

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