Page 91 of 1 Last Shot

My heart expands in my chest. Between her asking aboutmyfuture, and now this sounding like we're talking aboutour—

We're interrupted by the shrill beep of my phone.

I reach to pull it out of my pocket, and when I see the text message and sigh, Isabella asks, "Everything okay?"

Dropping my phone onto her side table, I nod. "It's just work. They asked if I could come in tonight after all."

An honest to Godpoutappears on Isabella's face. It makes me chuckle and drop my hand back to her ankle.

"They really do have you working all the time."

"Unfortunately." I give her an affectionate squeeze. "I'll make it up to you. How about I take you out to dinner tomorrow night?"

Thatmakes her perk up. She's smiling again, and it hits me that I'm going to be a fucking pushover when it comes to what I'm willing to do for that smile.

"Okay," she agrees. "I'd like that."

I have to tamp down on my own smile as I nod.

She seems placated as we settle back into our conversation. "When do you have to leave for work?"

I glance at the time on my phone. "Two hours."

She nods, then comments thoughtfully, "You don't talk much about the club."

I shrug. "Not much to say."

Isabella quirks an eyebrow at me. I quirk mine right back, waiting for her to ask what she really wants to ask.

It doesn't take very long. She opens her mouth once, closes it, then opens it again and says, "You never talk about the girls."

It hits me then, what she's getting at. A slow grin stretches across my face.

"Jealous, princess?"

Becausefuck, the thought of Isabella being territorial, not in general but ofme, is intoxicating.

I almost laugh when she glares at me. "Should I be?" she asks.

I'm shaking my head before she's even finished the question. "No, you shouldn't be."

I watch her hesitate, just for a second, then she's placing her glass of wine on the side table. Wordlessly, she takes mine and does the same with it. And before I can ask what she's doing, she's sliding a leg over my hips to straddle my lap.

I grip Isabella's hips and try not to drool over the sight of her taking control.

"You never get dances from the girls?" she murmurs, her hands landing on my shoulders.

I can't even remember the name of another girl."Never."

She hums thoughtfully, her hips starting to roll in a circle. My dick hardens instantly.

I think I like jealous Isabella.

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ISABELLA

I've never given a lap dance before. Never even thought about it.

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