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And she did. She keened out a sobbing orgasm as she shook and came on my fingers, and it was fucking glorious. She sank back against me when it was over, and I pressed a gentle kiss to her temple and righted her dress.

“How was that for asking nicely?”

CHAPTER FOUR

Shay

The music neverstopped. That, I’d realized last night. The sexy, gyrating music that loosened men’s wallets and tightened their pants was a never-ending reminder of where I was, and it pulsed through every wall as if it was piped into the beams.

The waitstaff’s dressing rooms weren’t like the dancers’, who had to share spaces but still had a pretty nice layout, with big mirrors and dressing tables and racks for their outfits. We had one big shared room with some lockers and one mirrored wall with some shelving. Chairs were turned backward to double as makeup tables where needed and bags were stacked up in corners. I guessed we didn’t need to get as dolled up. All we had to do was change clothes and freshen up.

So I did. Slowly. I checked my lipstick, pretended to have something in my eye, which theoretically meant I had to fix my eyeliner. Twice.

I was putting off the inevitable.

I knew that.

Not just going back out there under the heat of a million hungry eyes, but under the scrutiny of a certain pair of panty-melting eyes that I knew would be there somewhere... and would probably have something to say about my going AWOL.

I knew I couldn’t hide forever, that I needed to be an adult and face him, but what the hell was that business in my doorway last night? I mean, who does that?

Me, apparently.

And then what did I do afterward? Did I laugh, or make light of it, tell him to quit being bossy, or hey—invite him in, maybe?

Nope. Didn’t say a word.

I walked right through my door and went to bed like a big chickenshit, leaving Thor standing there with his giant boner.

While my pussy pulsated for hours.

Sweet Jesus.

I’d debated all day on whether to take him up on his offer—or no, hisdemand—that I ride with him to work. Awkward, much?Hey, thanks for getting me off last night, here’s some gas money, let’s go. Besides that potential hell, there was his wholedemandingthing niggling at me. Being a little forceful, telling me to come—okay, that was hot in the moment, I could roll with that. But ordering me around outside of that... no, thank you. And if it pissed him off that I took off with Chloe this morning to run errands (and avoid him) and ride with her to work, then that would tell me volumes about who this guy was.

He’d gotten all alpha-asshole last night at the bar with Dusty, too, when I was waiting on my order. I knew he was just trying to be protective, and if that had been my only interaction with him, I would have written him off in the very next minute as just a pretty set of muscles with too much testosterone. The same kind of jerk I always got hot for then paid the price.

But then he’d come down to the pool to check on me with a beer and a friendly ear and made me laugh, and suddenly everything got murky. That damn sweet grin of his that made his eyes crinkle in the corners and all my important parts turn to molten lava. How could I be so viscerally affected by a guy I’d just met, wanting to simultaneously fuck him like a rabbit and yet have his babies and buy matching rocking chairs?

I’d literally had two conversations and an orgasm with him. That was it. Why was I so churned up?

I blew out a breath, feeling disgusted. Hell, it might not matter. He could be a complete douche tonight and that would solve the dilemma for me. End of story. Except I’d still have to live down the hall from the guy who shot me off like a rocket in my doorway. Shit. I could fuck some things up.

One thing at a time.

First, I had to get up the nerve to go out there topless again. Last night had felt like one of those dreams where you suddenly realize you’re at school with no pants on, but I’d eventually fallen into the groove.

“Yeah, unfortunately, everything else fell in there with me,” I muttered under my breath, smoothing an imaginary stray hair.

I flexed my shaky fingers, remembering what Lex said about balancing the tray. I cursed as my neck went warm. Damn it, it was just that kind of sweet shit that had turned me into a porn whore last night.

“What was that?” Tracy said, walking up behind me and swiping quickly under her eyes in the mirror. “Talking to yourself?”

“Delirium,” I said on a sigh.

“Well, come on, crazy,” she said. “Or should I call you Desperado?”

I snorted as I turned, my fingers twisting in the hem of my tank top. “Why?”

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