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his wrist I hadn’t noticed before.
Suddenly the door to the hotel room opens and I see two more guys in the hallway. Three guys for one dancer? What the fuck?
The two guys step inside, and I realize that while I could have taken the one, there’s no way I can handle all of them. Still, I don’t back down. I might be crazy, but I’m not losing her.
“She. Stays.” I enunciate the words and plant my feet. They’ll take her over my dead body.
“Grab the girl,” Bouncer says, and just like that, the fight breaks out.
I’m on him quickly but feel a knee to the stomach come from the side. I hear Bambi scream and look back as one of the guys has her by the arm and is dragging her out of the room. I call for her as a punch lands on my jaw and another in my chest.
The air rushes from my body as I try to go after her, but the edges of my vision are going black. I see hotel security in the hall just before another punch lands on the side of my face and the whole world goes black.
Hours later when I wake up, I’m fully dressed in a jail cell with one thought on my mind.
I have to find her.
Chapter Three
Bambi
“Bam! Open the fucking door.” I jerk awake and blink my eyes, trying to get them to focus as I hear more pounding on my bedroom door. “Bam! What the hell?” I grab my glasses from the side of the bed and put them on. I’m blind without them unless I have my contacts in.
“I’m coming,” I call, stumbling out of bed, my feet tangling on the strap of my bag. I trip over it but luckily land on the bed as I get my feet free.
“I don’t have all fucking day,” my brother Jero barks out.
“Sorry!” I shout back, although we both know he doesn't have a job. Where the heck does he have to be all of a sudden? I blow my hair out of my face as I yank the door open. “Can you calm down? I was sleeping.”
“It’s three in the afternoon.”
“What!” I turn back to look at the clock in panic. “My alarm didn't go off. I was supposed to be at work at ten.” I am so fired.
“People want strippers at ten in the morning?” I flinch, but I guess I am a stripper after last night.
“The movie theater.”
“Why the hell would you keep that job?”
I stare up at him, wondering what the hell he means. I have to work.
“It’s my job.” I shake my head at him before I turn around and grab my purse off the ground. I know why he’s here. “Here, it’s three thousand.”
Angus paid for his dance, but my cut was only half of that. I didn't tell the bouncer or Vivian about the giant tip. I was scared they would want a cut of that too.
“Damn. From one night?” He starts counting the money. “For one fucking dance?”
“Yeah, he tipped me.” I don’t mention that he didn't want to let me go.
Jero looks up from the money at me. “You dancing again tonight?”
I nod. That’s the plan since we still need more money, and I’m guessing he hasn't come up with any of it on his own.
“We’re still short two thousand,” I point out. I’m sure he already knows that.
“What about after tonight?” He lifts his eyebrows at me.
“I’m going to beg them not to fire me for missing my shift at the movie theater today.”
“Are you fucking nuts? Three grand off one night. Was it that bad? Really, Bam?”
No, it hadn't been that bad, and that’s what’s bothering me. I enjoyed the way he looked at me way too much. No one has ever looked at me with such heat and possession in their eyes. It made me feel sexy and wanted.
When he pulled out extra money and wanted more, I should have been disgusted. But the truth was, I’ve never been more turned on in my life. He wanted to pay to have his way with me, and suddenly the idea of taking the money and giving it to him felt good. I’d been so close to getting off right there on his lap, and he hadn't even touched me.
“Earth to Bambi.” My brother snaps his fingers in front of my face. “He must have liked the outfit I picked out for you.” He smirks.
This is getting creepy.