“No, he won’t.” Evie’s quick agreement had King wondering what measures she had taken to ensure Jackal wasn’t allowed another opportunity to get near Penni.
“If he fucks with her again, he might get more than he bargained for.” Her smug smile had King thinking he should pass on a small warning to the biker.
When Angel set Evie’s drink down in front of her, managing to rub her breasts against King's shoulder as she leaned over, Evie caught the movement with amusement.
“I don’t fuck my girls.” King interpreted her look.
“I don’t care who you fuck.” Her steady gaze didn’t shy away from his.
“You don’t mind sharing?”
“Never have, never will.”
“That’s a dangerous concept.”
She leaned forward, putting her face in his. “I know you’re old,” her insult struck a nerve, “but there is such a thing as condoms. I’m not the one who doesn’t practice safe sex.”
“I’m not old. I’m only forty-three.”
Sherri finished her set, leaving the stage.
“When’s the next show?” Evie faked a yawn.
“Fifteen minutes. Do you want me to show you around the club?” King offered, trying to regroup. He couldn’t seduce the woman if she hated his guts; he was actually going to have to work hard to get Evie to drop her guard. It was his own fault; so far, he had been the mastermind of fuckups.
Evie shrugged. “I don’t have anything better to do for fifteen minutes.”
King stood up, leading the way through the club. He took her backstage to the dressing area where he opened the girls’ dressing room without knocking. Sherri was getting dressed, and a new girl he had hired just a few weeks ago was sliding her panties on. Both women were naked from the waist up.
“King!” Pepper squealed. The girl dropped the top she was about to put on to run to him, pressing her bared breasts against his chest as she reached up to kiss him. King let her have his mouth for a second before raising his head, stepping back and taking her wrists in his hands to move her hands away.
“Sherri, Pepper, this is Evie.”
Both women studied Evie, sizing her up as competition on the stage, and their friendly looks disappeared. King could understand why, too. Evie looked sexy in tight jeans that hugged her ass, a wine-colored t-shirt leaving the tops of her breasts bare, and her black leather boots coming up to her thighs. Around her throat was a black leather collar that had silver studs.
King’s eyes roved over her. She had an air of confidence usually found only in men. He was becoming more and more attracted to her each time he was in her presence. If she wasn’t The Last Riders’ whore, he would have already made a move to fuck her himself.
“You going to work for King?” Pepper asked, sliding on her see-through, white angel top then putting on the fake wings.
“No. I only strip in private.”
“Oh, you’re a private contractor. I did that once and was dumb enough to do a bachelor party. After that, I went to work for King.”
“I’ll make sure not to take any bachelor parties.”
When a knock came at the door, Pepper grinned before going to open it. “I’m up.”
After the door closed behind her, Sherri took a step forward. “Sorry, King. Henry told me what you said. I’ll make sure I don’t do it again.”
“You want to do that shit, do it on your own time, not mine. If you need to take something to get on the stage, I can put you on serving drinks.”
“No. The money’s not as good.”
“Then don’t screw up again,” he warned without sympathy.
“I won’t.”
King led Evie out of the dressing room and back out front.
“What’s up there?” She motioned to the steps that led upstairs.
“I’ll show you.”
The stairway had gold carpeting and led to a large, gold door. King pressed a button and it automatically opened. He watched Evie’s reaction when she entered the VIP room. It was busy tonight with a large crowd.
He showed her to a booth at the back of the room, motioning for her to slide in. She slipped in, scooting over so he could sit down on the circular seat.
King made sure he slid close enough to her that his thigh and shoulder brushed hers.
“Hi, King. What can I get you two?”
“Bring us two of the Dalmore 62.” He saw Evie's amused expression. “What’s so funny?”
“You and Shade have a lot in common.”
“Really, I don’t think we’re anything alike.” King’s mouth tightened at the thought of his son-in-law.
Evie burst out laughing as Ashley set the glasses of expensive whiskey down in front of them. “If you didn’t have a stick up your ass where he’s concerned, you could be best friends.” She took a drink of the whiskey.
Her glistening lips were more than he could resist. He leaned down, catching her mouth with his own.
Evie jerked her mouth away from his. “Stop flirting with me, King.”
“Why? I think you’re sexy as hell.”
“You also think I’m a whore.” She downed her drink when he remained quiet. “You’re a real bastard.”
“Yes, but since when did you only fuck nice guys?” King snapped his mouth closed. He couldn’t keep from antagonizing the woman. Her fiery spirit gave him a respite from the ennui he had been experiencing for the last year.
She leaned closer to him, her hand running up the length of his thigh under the table. His cock jerked in lust, thickening behind his suit’s pants as her fingers traced over the outline before cupping it in her hand.
“I’ve known men like you my whole life. Men who think only a man deserves sexual satisfaction. Even those goody-two-shoes bitches who see me on the back of one of the men’s bikes will call me slut because it’s too mortifying to admit even to themselves that I’m getting laid and enjoying every minute of it. I’m fairly young and having fun. I play with people who feel the same, just wanting our freedom. There’s nothing wrong with that, is there?”
King shook his head no, gritting his teeth in pain because her hand had tightened on each word until his cock was clutched in a grip that threatened to break his composure. “I see your point.”
“I hope you do,” Evie said, releasing his cock to
pick up her drink.
“Have you eaten? You’re going to get sick with that on an empty stomach.”
“I had dinner before I came. Besides, it’ll take more than three glasses of whiskey to get me drunk.”
“Good.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t fuck a woman when she’s drunk.”
“I’m not going to fuck you,” she snapped. “I don’t even like you!”
“You like everyone you ever fucked?”
“Yes.”
“Then I’ll be the first,” King said, finishing his drink. “Let me show you the rest of the club.”
He thought for a minute she would refuse, but she slid out of the booth. King moved to the side of the room where windows looked into the private rooms and pulled Evie closer for a better look. Inside the room, Jazz was giving a lap dance.
The sultry dancer was standing over the client with a leg on the side of his chair while she ground her breasts into his chest. Her ass was swaying to the beat of the music King and Evie couldn’t hear.
“The room is soundproof,” he offered, seeing the question in her eyes.
Jazz straightened imperceptibly, raising her arms to place behind her head. She lifted and tossed her hair around as her breasts, covered only in a small pasty at her nipples, swung in front of his mouth.
“Why is the other curtain pulled over that room?” Evie pointed to the room next to the one they were looking through.
“The client wanted privacy.” The red room had a separate entrance from downstairs that the client was given a special key to. The lap dancer was given a door code only she knew at the time of the appointment. The dances involved no clothes on the dancer and touching was allowed, of course. The dancer’s fee skyrocketed at the added services. The elite in town didn’t mind paying his prices for their privacy, though.