Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
“Whatever.” She scoffs, not wanting to accept the compliment. “I need to get back out there. I’m assuming you’ve booked a private show for after my performance?”
“I wasn’t planning to,” I deadpan, not wanting to admit that she totally had me pegged. “But since you brought it up, I’d hate to let you down.” I smirk, clearly toying with her, and she rolls her eyes, turning her back on me and stomping out the door like the sexy, fiery Hellcat she is.
A few seconds later, Lincoln walks in, glancing behind him. “Is there a reason Sienna just stormed past me down the hall?” He looks at me and quirks a brow. “And why the hell are you sitting at my desk, bro? Get up.”
“She’s totally falling for me,” I say, standing. “It’s going to take a little more coaxing, but we’ll be on the same page soon. I can feel it.” I smile wide and waggle my brows, and Lincoln groans.
“I’m pretty sure sexually harassing my employee isn’t the way to win her over. As a matter of fact, I’m almost positive the only way this is going to end is with a lawsuit.”
I bark out a laugh for the second time tonight. “Funny… that’s exactly what she said.” I glance down at my watch. It’s almost time for Sienna’s second performance of the night, and since I’m still here, I might as well stay and watch. “I’d love to continue this, little bro,” I say, patting his shoulder as I walk past him. “But I have a show to catch.” And a woman to make mine.
CHAPTER SIX
SIENNA
He’s in the audience. That cocky, infuriating, sexy psycho stalker is in the audience once again watching me. After I learned he was Lincoln’s brother, I asked Marina about him since she knows everything about everyone—not because I’m interested, but because if I want a fighting chance at beating him at whatever game he’s playing, I need to know who I’m up against.
Unfortunately, what I learned was not good. Not only is he a sexy damn psycho, but he’s Micah Alexander: the notorious, wealthy businessman whose family runs this town. I don’t know why I never put two and two together, but now that I know who Lincoln’s related to, it all makes sense.
According to Marina, Lincoln is the fun, playboy brother who everyone gets along with, making him the perfect front man to run a gentleman’s club. His affable personality also translates well when it comes to handling all of the clubs, restaurants, and hotels that Alexander Enterprises owns and operates. Micah, however, has a personality that everyone seems to fear. He runs the business side of things with an iron fist and has the reputation of being a savage dressed in Armani. Nobody dares to fuck with him because he’ll take you out in a heartbeat after first making an example of you.
When I told her about him showing up for my performances and booking private shows, her eyes went wide, and she said she’s never known him to show any one woman special attention. Of course her suggestion was to milk him for all he’s worth—she doesn’t get why I refuse to sell my body for money—and once he’s gotten his fill of me and my pockets are plenty padded, he’ll move on.
But since that’s not an option, I need to handle this differently. But the question is, how?
Micah clearly views my refusal as a challenge, so the only way to make him go away is for him to think he’s won. But that would mean giving in and letting him fuck me, and that’s not happening.
So, how the hell do I get him to go away without giving in to what he wants…? And then it hits me: What is the one thing men like Micah are afraid of? Commitment. And just like that, an idea forms in my head.
As I look out at the audience, locking eyes with the gorgeous, brown-eyed psycho, I can’t help but smirk. Micah Alexander is playing a game he’s convinced he’ll win, but what he doesn’t realize is that the rules have just changed, and I’m the only one holding the rule book. He’ll catch on soon enough, but by then, it’ll be game fucking over.
After I finish performing, I’m told by Violet that I’m booked, which doesn’t surprise me since I knew it was coming. Micah is nothing if not predictable. Before heading to the room to get ready for the private show with my psycho stalker, I make sure to grab my sexiest outfit. It’s a fitted, blood red, leather bodice that’s cut low and wide, barely held together by three buttons in the middle of my breasts. Completing the outfit is a matching pair of tiny cheeky panties that reveal more than they actually cover. Once Micah learns the new rules, hopefully, he’ll want to quit playing this game of his and move on to someone else.