Page 11 of His Little Secret in Discretion
His gaze slid down my figure with a slowness that made my skin crawl. “We’ve had a few… requests for you in the private rooms.”
My heart stuttered. “With all due respect, my job here is to bartend and serve. I’ll have to decline.”
“You think those big tips you’ve been pocketing are a coincidence?” His smirk made my stomach churn. “You’ve already accepted, sweetheart.”
“Then I’ll stop taking tips. Give the money back.” My voice wavered, desperation creeping in.
“Doesn’t work like that.” He slipped his hands into his pockets, like we were just discussing inventory instead of my body.
Tears stung my eyes. “Mr. Vaughn, please. I’m good at my job.”
He stepped closer. Too close. I flinched when his hand came up to my cheek, thumb brushing a tear I hadn’t realized fell.
“You’ll be better at this,” he murmured, eyes dragging lower. “I know you will.”
I stiffened, trying to step back, but his fingers snapped to my chin, gripping hard, forcing me to meet his stare.
“No job you’ll find will offer what I can. You know that.” His voice dropped, cruel and intimate. He leaned close, his breath hot at my ear. “Put that dancing you do on the side to real use.Maybe you'll make some real money doing the favors you did for Mr. Porter for some other clients instead of doing it for free like a cheap little whore.”
The words sliced through me. My stomach turned over, rage and shame clouding me until I ripped out of his hold, my chest heaving.
He only smoothed his jacket, his expression indifferent. “Lily will cover your shift. Go home. Collect yourself. I’ll see you tomorrow night.”
That was it. No threat, no raised voice; just dismissal, like I wasn’t even a person with choices.
I stormed out, barely keeping my tears from spilling until I reached the lockers. By then, it didn’t matter. I already felt exposed, violated, defeated. And deep down, I knew the worst was yet to come.
Chapter five
Blaine
Sitting at my desk, I glanced at my phone for what had to be the hundredth time. My fingers itched to pick it up, to call my little Sunshine. It had been over a week since I’d last heard her voice, and I was going through withdrawal.
I hadn’t looked at another woman the same since. Hell, I hadn’t looked at another woman at all. Why would I, when all I could think about, the only thing I dreamed about, was the sexy, gorgeous Greek goddess who’d given me the ride of a lifetime?
Her wild, bouncy curls. That blinding smile. Those plump lips and the way she laughed like she owned the air in the room. Just remembering had me ready for a cold shower in the middle of the damn workday.
God, what was happening to me? I used to have the stamina of a college frat dude, the sex drive of a teenage boy. Now? I’d drop to my knees for her. Only her.
So why couldn’t I reach her? Why was she just out of my grasp? What was keeping me from her—
A mountain of files slammed down on my desk, nearly making me jump out of my skin.
Lucifer himself.
“Stop daydreaming and get to work,” Killian muttered.
I scowled. Of course he’d show up right as I was trying to remember how her perfume lingered on my sheets. Ever since the devil caught us in that hotel room, he’d taken it upon himself to police my dick like the bastard parole officer he pretended to be.
Granted, I was… five hours late to the office the next day. Distracted, sure. But who the hell wouldn’t be, after a night like that? The cheekbones that complemented my sexy ones, the body, the laugh—Christ, I was done for. And instead of celebrating with me, Killian decided it was “only in the moment” and I needed to “get over it.”
Right. He wanted to ruin my shot at actual happiness. My only chance at true love… Okay, fine. It was one night. We barely knew each other… is what he kept insisting, even after I kept telling him he was ruining my life.
“Blaine!”
I snapped my head toward him.
“You’re still thinking about her.” It wasn’t a question. “You do realize you have a business to run?”
