Page 702 of Hell Hath No Fury
I smile. “No worries.”
Sure, I could have used the extra two-hundred dollars to feed my son, but whatever. Maybe I can make my way around the floor and find someone else who wants a dance. I’ve taken three steps when hot breath hits the back of my neck, and the scent of leather and smoke invades my senses.
“What in the fuck are you doing, Machelle?”
I glance over my shoulder. “It’s Siren now. And I’m working or would be if you’d stop cock blocking me.”
He growls at that.
“Who in the fuck approved this?”
I spin so I’m facing him. “Approved what?”
“You working here. Saint sure as fuck didn’t mention it.”
That has me snorting. “So, you and Saint are tight now? That’s cute. Since you’re wondering, hiswifeis the one who got me the interview, so I’m sure he knows that I’m working here.”
“We’ll see about that.” He pulls his phone from his pocket, firing off a text. “In fact, I wouldn’t go anywhere, sweetheart.”
Sweetheart? Are you fucking kidding me?
“Why do you even care if I’m working here? Or anywhere, for that matter.”
He doesn’t answer, and I exhale through my nose.
“Cool. We’ll, I’m going back to work. I’d say it was nice seeing you, but I’d be lying.”
I move away from him and catch the gaze of Arizona. Her eyebrow lifts, and I shake my head, letting her know I’m okay. Well, mostly okay. My stupid heart feels like it’s breaking, all because I thought he wanted a dance from me. Guess I was wrong. A man ahead smiles at me, so I approach his table.
“Hey there, handsome. How’s your night going?”
He takes a sip of beer before answering, “Better. Now that you’re here.”
I sit when he motions for me to join him. Sometimes the guys need to be wined and dined before they feel comfortable spending money. I get it. I’d be the same way if I went to a male strip club.
“I’m Siren.”
“I know. I saw you on stage. You are stunning. Have you danced long?”
That has me smiling. “I’ve only worked here a few weeks, but I’ve danced my entire life. Got a name, mystery man?”
He smiles back. “Will. Nice to meet you, Siren.”
I shake his outstretched hand. “Nice to meet you, too, Will. Is this your first time here, or have we just never crossed paths?”
He’s older. Probably in his late 40s or early 50s. His brown hair is streaked with grey, and his brown eyes are surrounded by wrinkles that can only be caused from laughing or smiling. I like him right away.
“I haven’t been by in a while. I’m glad I stopped in tonight, though.”
“Me, too. So, what do you do for a living, Will?”
“I own a security company. I’m actually the one who sold Razor the system they use here.”
“So, you know the Devil’s Regents, then?”
He grins. “Hard to miss such big personalities.”
“You’re not wrong there.”
