Dirty Vegas Nights (The Trifecta #2) - Logan Chance Page 0,5

the universe is granting my thoughts, maybe I can think about having my money multiply.

Now that’s the dream.

Axel moves next to his brother, catching my question, he decides to answer. “Yeah, we’re triplets.”

Damien opens his mouth as if he’s going to say something, Axel elbows him before he can. They do some weird triplet silent mind conversation before Damien nods. “It was nice meeting you, Emma. I’m going to bed. It was a long night.”

He leaves me alone with Axel. A trickle of sweat moves down my spine. The hot air combined with Axel’s presence makes the heat unbearable. I shift back and forth on my tired feet sinking into my flip flops as I wait for him to say something.

I watch as his eyes slip down to my pink toes before traveling back up my legs, stopping for a while when he gets to my shorts before moving up to my bare stomach. Goosebumps break out over my arms as more sweat gathers under my heavy hair. Watching him assess me is the most erotic thing I’ve ever witnessed. He isn’t even touching me, but I can feel his gaze everywhere.

“Hey, my eyes are up here.” My voice is soft. Not exactly the tone I was going for at all.

He takes his time making it up to my face and off my body. His lazy smile is crooked and adorable. It nearly knocks me off my feet.

“Yes, I get it. I’m dressed like a stripper.” His nostrils flare at the mention of being a stripper, so I decide to lay it all out for him. “Because, surprise, I am a dancer. And I don’t do free shows, so if you want to keep eye-fucking me I suggest you come to my job. I’m off work.”

He smirks. “You’re a stripper?”

“Dancer,” I correct him. “Technically I don’t strip, but the way you’re looking at me right now makes me feel cheap.”

He shuts his eyes, holding out his hand. “I’m so sorry if you think I’m looking at you wrong. Promise.” He smiles, peeking one eye open. “I’m just kind of having a hard time keeping my eyes off you.”

“Well,” I don’t know what to say to his words, “try harder.”

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Axel

Oh, I’m pretty fucking hard all right. Damn, she’s a fucking knockout. That outfit she’s in looks like it was spray painted on. I wasn’t trying to treat her like a cheap stripper, I was just trying my best to form words while her body grabbed all my attention.

“What the hell was that all about?” Damien asks when I walk into the house.

“She’s a stripper.” I drop to the couch and run my hands over my face. “Well, dancer, but you know what I mean.”

“Ok, and?” Damien watches me with a puzzling face.

“She just yelled at me for staring at her like a piece of meat. She said I made her feel cheap.” I scrub my hands over my face again, still bewildered by the whole exchange.

Damien releases a loud laugh getting up and handing me a beer before plopping down on the couch next to me. “Holy shit. That's priceless.” He can’t stop laughing.

It’s not that funny.

Seriously, it’s not.

“It’s not funny.” I take a long draw, squeezing the bottle while wishing it was stronger.

“Actually, it’s very funny. You of all people got yelled at for objectifying someone.” Damien laughs again. “Why didn’t you want me to tell her who we were?”

“At first, I didn’t want her to know because I didn’t want her to see me differently.” I don’t mind admitting it to Damien. He understands how much I hate being objectified, and I didn’t want her to know I’m one of the infamous Trifectas because I wanted her to see me as a person.

That fucking backfired.

Ben, Axel, and Damien our names are infamous in the erotic dancing world, not just in Vegas, but all over the world. We’re the Trifecta. We’re B.A.D. The triplets who took over the stripping world, and we haven’t stopped gaining fame since the day we stepped on stage.

Ben the oldest, loved the attention he received from being a part of the Trifecta. He took home a new woman, or women almost every night, refusing to do repeats, until he met Clara. I never thought Ben would be the first to fall in love, and give up his ways, but as soon as he met Clara at her evil stepsister’s bachelorette party he was a goner. He’s been head over heels since.

Damien, the youngest, used to