you dance for her to see if you got the goods. Did you bring something to dance in? ‘Cause I mean, those shorts are hot and all but you got something a little smaller?”
I scoff at him without meaning to and slap a hand over my mouth. Jesus. Just because he looks like some hot, flirty guy, one I would’ve crushed after back before my life went to hell, he’s still a freaking biker.
He stops outside a door and leans against the wall there. “Look. You’re hot but you gotta be able to dance. Can you do that?”
I hitch the bag back up on my shoulder a little higher. “Yeah. I can dance better than the girls you got out there now.”
He quirks an eyebrow. “Is that right? Well… can’t wait for the show. I’m guessing you don’t wanna grind on anyone though?”
My stomach drops. “I just plain won’t. If it’s a requirement I’ll find another club to dance at, pure and simple.”
He looks at me and then glances over his shoulder but when I look behind him there’s nothing there. Nothing I can see anyway.
“Tell Diamond I’m backing you.”
I blow out a breath and straighten up. “Doesn’t that mean I’ve got the job? Don’t… doesn’t your club own this place?”
He scrubs a hand through his dirty blond hair and out come those dimples again. “The MC owns it yeah but I’m only a prospect. I get a little more leeway around here though, being a Callaghan so I’ll throw that into the ring for you. Diamond has a thing for bagging herself an Original. She’s been shit outta luck so far.”
None of the words coming out of his mouth make a huge amount of sense to me but all that matters is that he’s open to helping me out. “Thanks. I appreciate it.”
He chuckles and knocks on the door. “I’m doing it because I wanna see your ass on the stage so you probably shouldn’t thank me. It’s purely selfish.”
I work freaking hard at keeping the flinch in, at not cringing away from him hard but his eyes are intense on my face. I wait for him to call me out on it but he doesn’t say a word, just opens the door and pokes his head in.
“Gotta new girl for you. She has my vote so don’t be an ass about it.”
I swallow and force my back a little straighter. Even if I’m not feeling all that sunshine and rainbows about doing this… it’s kind of my only option.
Strip or starve.
Starve or go home and honestly, I’d rather fucking starve than ever go back to the hell I left.
“Well, get her ass in here then. I’ve got paperwork comin’ outta my ass today. Fucking taxes due and suppliers wanting payment for shit they didn’t even send to us yet… fucking bullshit.”
Her voice is a little rough, but when I step past Speck and get an eyeful of her I want the ground to just open up and swallow me.
She’s naked.
She’s naked and tattooed and there’s a cigarette hanging out of her mouth as she shuffles papers and sits there with a calculator. It’s fucking weird as all hell but I keep my face blank.
Well, as blank as I can get it.
“I’m between bartending shifts so excuse my tits. Honestly, if they’re worrying you then this place ain’t for you.”
I duck down onto the seat. “I’m not worried. I was just caught off guard. I’ve seen a lot of accountants in my time and none of them had a rack like yours.”
She scoffs at my joke but the frown eases off a little. “I’m no fucking accountant, sugar, no way I’d die that slow death. I’m just handy with paperwork and been around long enough to know the score. You wanna dance here? You’re pretty enough. Might make a little money.”
I nod and slide my bag to the ground at my feet, rummaging around until I find my ID. “I can start tonight. Or anytime really.”
She shrugs. “Hold your horses, a pretty face ain’t all you need. Can you dance? Swing on a pole, ride a man’s cock so good he’ll throw money around this place like he don’t care his rent is due?”
I swallow. “I can dance. I won’t do lap dances or let anyone touch me though. That’s my line, but I can get on a stage and have a man forgetting he’s a man of God.”
She huffs and leans back in the seat, linking her hands