David’s eyes scanned her body while he held out his card. “I want the top shelf only tonight, and don’t make me wait for that ass long.”
Lake forced a smile as she took the card and quickly got the other men’s orders. Running to the bar, she gave the bartender the request along with David’s card. Something about the man made her nervous. She didn’t like the way David’s eyes had looked.
Taking the drinks to the table, she poured his glass full of the best scotch.
He gave her a hundred dollar bill. “This is just the start.”
She took the money from his hands and did her little dance as she put it in her corset. This is going to be a long night.
Going to her other tables when she managed to escape, she took all their orders before heading back to the bar when her hand was grabbed as she passed the restrooms. She was pulled inside before the door was closed behind her. She found herself pressed against the wall, staring at a man whose eyes wouldn’t quit rolling over her body.
She pushed at his chest. “Jesus Christ, Vincent! Are you trying to get me in trouble?”
He caught her fighting hands and put them behind her back, capturing her wrists within his strong grip. “You’re already in trouble, baby.”
Heat rose in her body as he managed to make her arch her back perfectly to display her mounds. She pressed her thighs together as the tingles traveled past the tops of her legs.
“I-I d-didn’t do anything.”
“You did when you decided to wear this.” His free hand ran up her body to rest over her throat, placing his thumb over her pulse.
She squeezed her eyes shut to match the pressure she had forced on her thighs. “Sadie made me wear—” Opening her eyes after she took a breath, she finished her explanation. “She’s going to kill me if I don’t get back out there.”
“I’m debating whether I should let you go back out there.”
She licked her dry lips. “Please?”
He never refused her when she asked nicely.
Vincent let his hand travel down from her neck and over her breasts before he let her go. “Remind me to thank Sadie after I kill her.”
Lake nervously laughed as she went to leave the bathroom. “I’d like to help.”
Taking a deep breath as she left, she saw Nero and Amo guarding the bathroom with a smirk on their faces.
“I will pay you two psychos back one day,” she told them as she passed.
They enjoy watching him take advantage of me too much.
Successfully making it to the bar that time, she ducked out of view and tried to calm her body. Dammit, I hate him so fucking much.
The tension between them had risen every day they had spent together. I’m no scientist, but I’m pretty sure it’s almost at a boiling point. Vincent never made an attempt to hide his feelings, whereas Lake fought tooth and nail to mask hers, all up until he did that freaking pulse thing. Then she lost it every time.
She didn’t want to like Vincent. Hell, she should hate his freaking guts. He was a whore, an asshole, and a killer, she was sure. But damn if the past month hadn’t changed her opinion of him. She never once caught him looking at another girl even when half-naked ones were constantly in his view. She didn’t think he could have had the time to fuck any of them, either, with him constantly keeping tabs on her twenty-four-seven. Sure, he might still be an asshole, but he wasn’t to her. At least, not anymore. As for the killing thing… well, she didn’t think he’d had a whole bunch of time to do that, either.
Oh, my gosh. What is wrong with me?
*
Vincent was about to break his nose by squeezing it so hard. He couldn’t believe he had let her walk out of the bathroom like that, especially without a fucking consolation. The only reason he hadn’t kissed her was because it hadn’t been the time or place. He knew once he kissed her again, there wasn’t going to be any stopping, as he was damn sure he was going to bring it home.
He had gone a month without fucking while staring at her perfect ass and body in so many different fucking sexy outfits. Then, that day of all days, she had come out with her ass barely covered in nothing but lace. Her usual look of sexy but sweet was gone. The only thing on his mind was how the hell he planned to fuck her without hurting her.
Three days used to be too long without fucking, but a month? His dick was in constant hard mode, and he didn’t exactly know how he was going to last thirty seconds in her. I’m going to fucking hurt myself before I hurt her.
Vincent left the bathroom once he had told his dark half to go back into hiding like he had every day for the past month.
“Do you know what the fuck she just said to us?” Amo told him when the bathroom door came open.
“What on Earth did she say to you now?” Vincent asked him, who constantly hated the many things Lake said to him.
“She just walked by without even looking at us and said, ‘I will pay you two psychos back one day.’” Amo tried to mimic her voice, making Vincent and Nero both crack up in laughter at his poor attempt.