Page 58 of Creature's Vengeance
Blonde hair and sensual curves caught my eye as Lacey exited, wrapping her coat tighter around her body. She was fucking beautiful, but that wasn’t why I waited for her. Of all the girls, she was the one with the sweetest smile. Sky-blue eyes almost too innocent and big for her face. Maybe that was why the customers loved her schoolgirl uniform striptease. She made the highest tips every night.
What intrigued me the most was that she didn’t accept the multiple offers that came her way or the men who tried to seduce her. She never accepted anything but her tips from dancing. She was honest and hardworking, and I only knew this because I had arrived long before Maddog knew I did.
I’d come here every night for months, watching and getting the intel needed to take over businesses like this in the area. I checked them all out but always returned to this one because of Lacey.
That combination of sweet innocence and sensual grace did wicked things to my brain and body. I grew fucking hard before I ever walked into the damn club just knowing she was inside. My cock tingled whenever I looked at her. She aroused my dick, my curiosity, and the desire to learn more about her.
A morally sweet girl in a house of corruption. How fucking intoxicating.
She was in the alley before I fired up my bike and rolled toward her. When I stopped slightly ahead of her and looked over my shoulder, she’d stopped. Her stare caressed me from head to boots.
“You’re the one who keeps coming back every night.”
I lifted my chin in response.
“But you don’t do more than leave a tip and stay in the shadows.”
I didn’t respond.
“Why?”
It wasn’t an easy answer. “Take a ride with me.”
She blinked. “Where?”
“I guess you’ll have to risk it and find out.”
She hesitated for a couple of heartbeats while her tongue licked at her lips. “I have pepper spray.”
A laugh rumbled from my chest. “I’m sure you do.”
“I’ve never been on a motorcycle.”
“Sweet Girl, I’ll show you everything you need to know.”
Lacey zipped up her jacket, strutted toward me, and hiked a long, bare leg over my bike before taking a seat. She’d changed from the heels she wore on stage to a pair of checkered Vans. Cute.
“Wrap your arms around me, Lacey, and hold tight.”
“You know my name.”
“I do. Let’s ride.”
Her hands slid around my waist, and I pulled back on the throttle, chuckling when she shot forward and her core pressed against my ass.
This girl had no idea I was about to change her life.
