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“Fine, it’s black, but now you owe me two.” Xander huffed out in false defeat.
“Oh really.” I crossed my arms over my chest, tucking his wallet into the back of my bra under the cup without him even noticing.
“Yep, I get two now for you asking such a personal question. I think it’s only fair.” He was so full of shit, but he was cute and now that his wallet was somewhere more secure, I felt safer sitting in his lap.
“Alright Mr. Twenty Questions, hit me with your best shot.” Just to fuck with him I rotated my hips a little watching his eyes narrow and his nostrils flare. Oh, he acted like he was immune to my charms, but he wasn’t as immune as he acted at all.
“Mr. Twenty Questions now is it, alright Ms. Smartass. I’ll have your favorite color and food in exchange for my super personal answer I gave you.” Why was he doing this? What was he gaining by asking these mundane questions? Nothing, he’s gaining nothing Cassie, stop worrying.
“Wow, I haven’t known you very long. I'm not sure you’ve earned the right to know those things about me. But a deal is a deal, I guess. Favorite color is red, and my favorite food is wings.” There’s a hint of shock written on his face at my answers.
“A woman whose favorite food is wings and her favorite color isn’t pink, I think I’ve died and gone to heaven. Quick say you’ll marry me!” He clutched his hands together pretending to plead with me eliciting a giggle from me. What was it with this man? He was making me laugh, and now giggling.
“Wow it doesn’t take much to impress you does it? I’d accept your proposal, but like so many strippers I’m married to my work.” Xander’s eyes got serious as he caressed my cheek with the palm of his hand. For a moment, I thought he was going to try to kiss me, but then his hand dropped away. Before either of us can say anything, my awesome boss Marvin came over grabbing me by the arm and yanking off of Xander’s lap.
“Star, what the fuck do you think you’re doing? I’m not paying you to sit on laps; you’re paid to dance on them.” Xander’s eyes narrow on Marvin’s hand wrapped around my arm, his jaw ticks just a little and I know he’s pissed. Shaking my head at him, I plead with him with my eyes not to say anything. I need this job; I can’t afford to lose it.
“I’m sorry sir; I’ll get one of the other girls to come take care of you. Diamond,” Before Marvin can finish Xander is standing up towering over my boss, straightening his suit jacket with a tug.
“Hello Mr. Hollow, I presume, we spoke on the phone, I’m Xander Carter.” The blood drained from Marvin’s face as he looked at Xander nodding. Who was this guy? Some kind of mob boss or something. Whoever or whatever he was he was dangerous for me.
“So if I want Star to sit on my lap and talk you won’t have a problem with that right.” The lethal tone of his voice scared the shit out of me and as soon as Marvin let go of my arm, I took off toward the back room, running past Mack.
“Mack, don’t let him back.” Mack looked a little shocked as we both heard Xander yell my name across the club before I disappeared down the hallway that led to the changing room. I hoped Mack kept him from following me, because I needed to be as far away from Xander Carter as fast I could get.
Chapter Four
Xander
“Let me back there Mack, we have some unfinished business.” Mack crossed his arms over his chest giving me a reluctant shake of the head.
“Sorry boss no can do. She asked that I not let you back. I think you scared her a little.” The big man was probably right, but when I saw her boss touching her, I almost lost my shit. I was ready to rip Marvin’s hand off and beat him to death with it. What was worse is that Star didn’t even react, like it was a common occurrence.
Every protective instinct I had in me was screaming at me to get her the fuck out of this club and take care of her. Fuck! What the hell is wrong with me? I’ve been around gorgeous women, Hollywood starlets, even models, but this girl felt different. My gut told me Star was important for some reason, and I needed to figure out why.
When my gut told me something I fucking listened. It had saved my ass more times than I could count out on a mission and I wasn’t about to stop listening to it now. Unfortunately, if Mack wasn’t going to let me in the back, I’d have to figure out a plan B. I could remove Mack easily, but the guy was only doing his job, and I couldn’t fault him for that. If this was how diligently he protected Star from me, and we were friends, then I wanted him working every night she did.
“Do you work every night she does?” Mack looked confused at my question before he answered.
“No boss, I only work here on my days off. But she’s here most nights, from what I hear from the other girls.” Nodding I take in the information he’s given me, while knowing there was more, he wasn’t telling me.
“I want you working every shift she’s here from now on.” Mack looks like he’s about to argue with me when I put my hand up to stop him.
“I don’t care how you do it, just do it. I’ll pay your standard rate, plus you’ll get what you make here. You are now her bodyguard; anything happens to her and I’ll hold you personally responsible.” Mack nodded quickly in understanding.
“I’ll keep her safe boss, but even I can’t keep the men from touching her here.” Mack gave me a wary look, knowing I wasn’t happy about that little fun fact. The thought of other men touching her made my blood boil, but until I could convince her to let me take care of her there was nothing, I could do about that.
“I know.” I growled out as I stalked away giving her the space she clearly needed. Every step I took away from her felt wrong, but I forced my body to move until I was standing in front of Damen. I couldn’t help smiling at the goofy grin he wore while the two women rubbed against him.
“I’m heading out; don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” I slapped him on his shoulder giving it a squeeze.
“What exactly does that leave out?” He laughed.
“Nothing, which means you should have one helluva a night.” I grinned down at him, hoping he’d have such a great night he’d call off this sham of a fucking wedding. It wasn’t that I didn’t like his future wife, Veronica, it was that Veronica was a gold-digging slut of the highest caliber.
Veronica already tried working her little fingers into my pocket’s years ago, but I knew what she was the moment she opened her mouth. She was all appearance and no substance; I’d be surprised if any part of her was real. I knew for a fact her feelings for my brother weren’t real, considering I already caught her cheating on him once. Of course, her claws were so deeply sunk in Damen he wouldn’t believe it, even with the pictures of them together.
Damen had been so pissed that I’d had her tailed and took surveillance pictures of her. He didn’t speak to me for a fucking month, and once he did talk to me again it was to tell me to mind my own fucking business. Then he dropped the bombshell on me that they were getting married. I tried to talk him out of it; he got pissed. That’s how I wound up not being his best man. I loved my brother, he’s been my rock since our parents died, if I had to suck it up to make him happy I would. When that conniving hell spawn, Veronica, showed her true colors, I’d be there to help him pick up the pieces.
