Page 40 of Broken Warrior
Another hard swallow. “She, Cordelia, well...” He looks at me for a beat then straightens his spine. “Normal rate is three-fifty an hour but with the fan base she has, Cordelia is five.”
“You get me two hours with her tonight, right after the lap dance, and I’ll double it.”
Shock passes over his features briefly before he returns to the savvy businessman. “I’ll see what I can do.”
“Make it happen,” I grunt and turn to see Ember, a tall fuck that’s built like a marine, and my girl walking toward us. “You do, and I’ll make it worth your while.”
He nods and rushes over to them, my stare narrowed on Tate who has no fucking clue what’s about to happen, and the second her black as night eyes land on me, I can’t help but smirk.
“Spider, this is Cordelia, our resident angel of death.” Trent makes the introductions then motions toward the wall. “Fifteen minutes of heaven with a beauty from hell, and in the meantime I’ll look into your other request.”
Tate keeps her cool but I can see the anxiety, I know her too well to not see her fighting the urge to wring her hands, the way her fingers itch to drum out a beat against her thighs. She knows she’s been busted and I can only assume she’s preparing herself for whatever wrath I’m about to bring.
I follow her to one of the Victorian fainting couches, the one on the end that’s furthest from the rest of the room and secluded between a heavy tapestry and the wall.
Pissed off or not, I can’t deny how fucking sexy she is. The leather bra and thong, both strappy with cutouts that reveal even more of her creamy skin, are fantasy inducing all on their own. And the shoes? Fuck, I thought those boots she had on were hot but these sky high stilettos with the strap around her ankle? Jesus, I’m going to have to scold her with the world’s hardest cock.
So much for the drugs numbing me out.
I drop to the crushed velvet and watch Tate wrestle with her composure. She has a job to do, I know that, and no one has a clue that we’re already acquainted, but I have a feeling Tate’s nerves and embarrassment may take a back seat to the anger I see flickering in her smoky eyes.
She stops about a foot in front of me, tugs the tapestry so no one can see us except the big ass marine and Ember, the two of them watching as discreetly as possible from afar. Tate takes a deep breath and closes her eyes, then as if she’s truly some ethereal being from heaven, she starts swaying her hips, her hands roaming her body, lifting over her head in a dance of seduction meant only for me.
Fuck.
Fuck, this was a bad idea.
I already have feelings for her, already want her more than my next fucking breath, but I was resolved in the hard truth that it was never going to happen between us. Watching her strip then having her dance for me like this is not fucking helping any of that, and the fact that all the blood in my brain is now in my dick is making things impossible.
Bad fucking idea.
“What are you doing here?” She hisses as she drops to a crouch and spreads her legs. “Are you trying to get me fired?”
I scowl despite the way I’m watching her body. “What amIdoing here? I could ask you the same goddamn question.”
Tate gets to her feet, her movements so fucking beautiful, so damn sexy. “I’m working.”
“Doesn’t look like a diner to me,” I grunt, my voice husky as fuck as she turns, bends over and shakes her ass in my face.I’m so fucking screwed.
“I lied,” she whispers over her shoulder, arches her spine then kind of twerks. “I lied, ok, but I did it so you wouldn’t be mad.”
“Failed mission.” Another grunt as she faces me, drops down again then puts her hands on my knees and pushes my thighs open, her body rocking in between them. “Shouldn’t have lied,m’eudail.”
Tate glares as she comes up, arches her back so her tits are in my face before her hands land on my shoulders and she straddles my lap. “Yeah, well, you got pretty mad when I brought up working at MACs. Didn’t think you’d approve of this any easier.”
“I don’t.” But fuck, Tate is really goddamn good. Especially when she rolls and grinds her hips while cupping her breasts. “You shouldn’t be here.”
“Not your call, Fin. I make my own choices and I needed the job.”
God, I want to touch her.“You need to quit.”
She scowls. “Why? Because I should just roll over and let everyone else take care of me for the rest of my life? Not happening, and I don’t know why you even care. You’ve been a complete dick to me ever since I moved out, and I doubt it’s because you’re so concerned about how I spend my time. I—“
Tate gasps as I lift my hips at the same time she grinds hers down over my lap. My cock is seconds from breaking my zipper and I know she can feel it, I want her to.
“You saying it feels like I don’t care?” I watch through hooded eyes as her back bows, as she lets her head fall back, as she swivels her hips against mine. She’s turned on, I can feel it through her leather and my jeans, and she’s seeking friction under the veil of a lap dance.
“You don’t, don’t...” Tate pants as she rolls her hips against me, one hand returning to my shoulder as the other squeezes her breast. “You don’t care, Fin.”
