CHAPTER TWELVE
Cody—
Ginger catches the eye of every man in the place as she strolls across the room, her head held high. It doesn’t seem like she’s at all ashamed of what she does for a living, and I like that. I also like the way her hand feels in mine.
There’s a good reason she’s turning heads; she’s stunningly beautiful, and her hair and makeup are done to perfection. My gaze drops to her phenomenal ass as she leads me toward the VIP hallway. This girl is perfection.
Tiny is standing in the hallway, ever watching.
His eyes lift over Ginger’s shoulder to me, then return to her. “The Sapphire Room is open, Miss Ginger.”
“Thank you, Tiny.”
I pause and lean to his ear. “Turn the fucking camera off.”
He knows I’m referring to the security cameras that monitor each room for the girl’s safety.
When I pull back, he meets my eyes. I can tell he doesn’t like it.
He’s a good employee and has been in the club’s employment for years.
He even helped save the place from going up when it was firebombed last year.
He looks out for these girls like a true defender, and so I get that he doesn’t like this. “Yes, sir.”
I pat his arm. “You’ve got nothin’ to worry about, Tiny. I’d never harm a hair on her head.”
“Yes, sir.”
Ginger has already moved into the room and is fooling with the console on the wall that controls the lighting and sound system.
I follow her inside the medium-sized room and close the door.
Like the name, the room is done in sapphire blue velvet. The walls are covered in it, the couches that line the walls are covered in it, even the ceiling is covered in it.
In the center of the room is a pole on a riser that’s lit in neon blue. Above it, a disco ball spins, sending glittering shards of light around the room.
“Just so you know, it’s 35 minutes for $250. If you want topless, it’s $400.”
I relax back on the sofa and grin. “Well, since my brothers are paying…”
Something flashes in her eyes for a moment—something almost like regret or disappointment, but it’s gone as quickly as it appears, and she pastes a smile on her face and removes her top.
I forget all about the meaning behind that brief expression, because the most stunning set of tits I’ve ever seen have just been revealed to me.
She moves in, climbing over me with a knee on either side of my thighs. Her hands go into her hair and she begins to move, those beautiful breasts just inches from my face.
I can’t resist running my hands up her thighs.
Her mouth parts, and I know it throws her for a moment. Maybe she even wants to tell me to stop, but she closes her mouth, pulling her lips between her teeth.
I shouldn’t take advantage of the fact that I wear this cut, that I’m technically, in her eyes at least, her boss. It’s wrong on so many levels, but I do it anyway.
I don’t know if there’s anything on God’s green earth that would keep me from touching her silken skin.
Holding back is a struggle, but I grit my teeth and go no further than her thighs, even though I can’t think of anything but stroking over every inch of her.
Goddamn, those bouncing tits are calling to me. I want to take them in my palms and squeeze. Her nipples tighten under my gaze, and my eyes flick up to hers.
She licks her lips, and my dick bobs behind the constraints of my jeans and the buckle of my chaps.
“You looked hot in those chaps you wore on stage,” I say, my voice sounding thick and gravelly even to my ears.
Her eyes flare. “Thanks. Yours are pretty sexy, too.”
I grin. “Are they? I’ll have to remember that the next time I ride up here.”
“You’ll be back, then?”
“Now that I’ve seen our newest headliner, try to keep me away.”
She flushes.
“Goddamn, girl. You’ve got the most beautiful body I’ve ever seen.”
“I bet you say that to all the girls.”
“I don’t. I mean it, sweetheart. You are absolutely stunning. Your body is flawless.”
She lowers her head, her mouth almost touching mine. “I like you, Cody.”
“I’m likin’ you a whole lot, too, Ginger.”
“I know it’s against the rules, but if you want to touch me, it’s okay with me.”
“You mean it?”
“Yes.”
“Where?”
“My breasts, my ass… but not anything more. Okay?”
“Whatever you say, darlin’.” I stroke over her hips, her tiny waist, and her ribs. I can feel her quiver in anticipation of my hands on her breasts, and so I take it slow and drag it out.
I feel her breath in little pants against my face, and her eyes glitter.
She brushes my hair back from my face. “You have pretty eyes.”
“So do you. Would you take off the lace blindfold for me?”
She shakes her head, and I frown, wondering why not, but I don’t ask. She’s giving me plenty, and I won’t ask for more.
I close my big hands over her tits and squeeze, feeling their weight.
They’re firm and soft as silk, and I want nothing more than to bury my face in them, but that’s crossing the line, and for some reason, I don’t want to make this girl think less of me.
Why that’s suddenly so important, I haven’t a clue.
I do give in to the urge to drag my thumbs across those taut nipples, and when I do, she sucks in a breath.
The song changes, and she puts her hands on my shoulders, shifting. I take the opportunity to stroke my palms over her back and down to that amazing ass of hers.
She grins. “Are you an ass man?”
I chuckle. “Excuse me?”
“Some men love tits, some legs, and for some, it's all about the ass.”
“I think I’m all three, then.” I study her face. “Can I ask you something personal?”
“Sure.”
A piece of me wonders if I’m getting the same treatment she gives any man in the club with the cash to pay, but like every fool in the place, I want to believe that with me, it's different. “I know this is something we warn all the girls against, and I don’t even know your romantic situation, but I have to ask. Can I see you outside of the club? Maybe take you for a ride on my bike, or hell, even just escort you home and walk you to your door? We could go have a coffee and breakfast at some diner.”
“Are you saying you want to date me?”
I chuckle. “God, that sounds pathetic, huh? The guy who thinks he’s in love with the stripper. I guess you girls have a good laugh about customers like that.”
“I’m not laughing. I think it's sweet, but…”
“Are you involved with someone? Is there a guy I need to kill?” I chuckle. “I’m joking.”
“Well, there is a guy, sort of.”
I swallow. “Oh.”
“My son. I have a son.”
“Oh. How old?”
“He’ll be five next month.”
The fact that the music is still playing, and she’s still moving doesn’t escape me. The absurdity of the two of us having this conversation while she’s giving me a lap dance hits me.
The fact that she’s here with me because she’s being paid to be hits my ego hard. “Look, I’m sorry for putting you on the spot. You’re just trying to earn a living.”
Something changes in her expression, and her eyes get cold. “That’s what usually happens when I mention I have a son.”
“It’s not that. Not at all. It just hit me that you’re here with me because you’re being paid to be in this room with me, and if I’m being honest, me wearing this vest…
? It’s probably taking away your feeling of being able to say no.
That’s not the case, Ginger. You can tell me to go fuck off, and I won’t hold it against you. ”
She stops moving and stares into my eyes. “Are you being for real right now?”
“Yeah.” I huff a laugh. “Stupid, but honest.”
The music ends and the time clock chimes, indicating the thirty-five minutes are up. I push her onto her feet.
“Put your top back on, honey. I better let you go before Tiny gets overprotective and risks his job to stick his head in the door and check on you.”
“Tiny takes good care of us.”
“I know he does, and I don’t mean to put him in a spot.”
She turns her back and refastens her top, but glances over her shoulder at me. “Were you serious about that cup of coffee and walking me to my door?”
I freeze, hope zinging through me. “Yes, ma’am.”
She gives me her first real, honest-to-God smile, and it lights up her face.