Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
He chuckles then, and I’m so surprised that I stare at him in bewilderment. “Oh my God. He understands humor, after all. Frosty the Snowman can actually laugh.”
“You don’t seem to be able to refrain from speaking your unfiltered thoughts to your boss, do you?” I look away, uncomfortable with the mesmerized state I was in simply because he chuckled. Jesus, maybe these drinks are more potent than I think.
“Now, since we’re getting to know each other, why don’t you tell me when was the last time you had sex.”
I consider lying. I don’t like that he’s asking personal questions, but I have to take it if I can throw it his way.
“About six years ago.” I don’t usually share that with anyone. It’s the truth, but I also want to rattle him with the information. I’m curious about his reaction, and it disappoints me, to say the least. I expected him to express a bit of surprise, but I got nothing.
“You hate men?” he asks curiously.
“Who said I don’t like men?”
“True. So you hate women?”
I go to take another sip and realize I drank it all. He waves over a waitress, who provides me with another glass and takes the empty one. Damn, is this asshole trying to get me drunk?
But then I glance over at Samantha, who is wearing a bucket on her head, and decide I’m nowhere near drunk.
“I don’t hate women either. I have a lot going on, and my last relationship didn’t really leave me with high hopes.”
“Was it with a man or woman?” I can’t help but smirk at his question. He’s very inquisitive.
“With a man.” I pause, considering the women in front of me. “Though women are beautiful, so I may be in the wrong lane.”
“You aren’t,” is all he says before the security guard near the door waves him down. He excuses himself and walks off. I feel relieved the moment he’s gone, and I don’t entirely understand why he puts me on edge.
CHAPTER 8
Posie
The evening is more fun than I anticipated. I join in on a game because Mike is insistent, and I’m surprised when I win a fucking laptop. If I knew the games were giving out these types of prizes, I would have joined in sooner. I thought it was a joke they played on newbies when they mentioned someone winning a twenty-carat diamond bracelet last year, but the prizes are all extravagant in their own way.
I could do so much with a laptop. I haven’t seen it as an essential, but now that I have one, I’m itching to go back to my designs online, which I was doing before Bentley. I hadn’t picked it up since he was born because I sold my last laptop for extra cash.
The minute I found out I was pregnant, I started saving. I saved and saved so I could move away. And I eventually got there. I sold everything and started fresh. And it worked until I started running out of money. I began working at a local cafe and was there for a few years before I realized it wasn’t paying enough. Then I found out about the club, and even though I’d never stripped before, Paula hired me. My first paycheck was only a few hundred, but that money was a saving grace. I quit the cafe and just kept this job. And I haven’t looked back since.
But now… I could dabble in my designs again, which makes me ridiculously happy. Or maybe it’s the slight buzz from the drinks making me feel this way. When I think it’s about time I leave, Mike pulls me to the side with a mischievous grin.
I want to slip out before the others start heading for other clubs that I have no interest in attending.
“Do you want this?” Mike asks. He opens his bag, and I see a brand-new cell phone inside. I look up at him, confused.
“You won that?” He nods with a triumphant twinkle in his eye. He opens another small bag, which has another phone in it. “You won two? How is that possible?”
“Lucky, I guess.” He shrugs. “I don’t need two, and seeing your cracked screen makes my eye twitch. But if you don’t want it, it’s all good. I can just sell it.”
“No way. I want it. Can I pay you for it?”
“No. Why would I charge you? I won it, so take it. Consider this my down payment to receive all the gossip of whatever happens between you and the boss.”
I laugh because he’s genuinely a devilish gossiper. “Nothing is happening between us.”
He looks me up and down. “Girl, you’re delulu if you think he’s once taken the time to speak with the dancers, let alone bring them a drink.”
I wave him off as I accept the bag. Then I throw my arms around him because I’m already on my third glass of the champagne mixture. He’s startled but hugs me back since I’m not usually the affectionate type.