Page 41 of Broken Warrior
I’m going to go straight to hell for this but I can’t help myself. I glance behind the goddess on my lap, check on the people obviously assigned to watch her, then move my hands so they are hidden between us. I trace the front of her thong, slipping my finger just barely under the fabric and down toward the apex of her thighs.
She’s wet.
Tate is so fucking wet and hot, ready for me in the sweetest possible way.
I wait for her to look at me, a slightly confused and very seductive expression on her face. “I care more than you know,m’eudail.” Her pupils are blown the fuck out and when she rolls her hips as a part of the dance, my finger slips further under the leather and traces her pussy lips. “I care too fucking much.”
“Fin...” She gasps as I run my finger back and forth slowly. “Fin, we can’t—“
“I know, angel.” But I don’t remove my hands just yet. “But I need you to know that I’m fucking pissed that you lied and that’s because I care about you, more than anyone else. I care about you and I fucking want you, but it can’t happen because I have to protect you.”
Tate bites her lip and shakes her head. “Fin. We—“
“Are you gonna quit?”
She shakes her head again.
I trace her pussy one last time then remove my hand and bring my finger to my lips. She watches intently and tries to keep dancing, but the second I suck her arousal from my index finger she falters and shudders visibly over my throbbing dick.
“Then I’m going to show you how much I fucking care and make sure you never forget it. I may not be able to have you, but I’m going to make damn sure no one else does either.”
I signal for the brute leaning against the bar as Tate awkwardly gets off my lap.
“Time’s up?” he asks as he looks between us. “Can I get you anything else?”
“Tell Trent I want Cordelia in the VIP room in ten minutes. I’m booking her for the rest of the night.”
He blinks. “We close at two.”
“Then I want her from now until then.” I take out my wallet and start counting, probably close to ten thousand so I set aside one for Bugs because I’m gonna need that new shit, then hand over the rest. “Tell him this is a down payment. Every time Cordelia works, she’s mine. No lap dances or private rooms for any other customers when she’s here. On average, how many of each does she have a night?”
“Well...” He looks between us again. “Most girls average probably four lap dances while they’re working the floor, maybe an hour in the VIP room since they also dance.”
“Fine. When Cordelia is working, she’s mine. Whether I’m here or not, she’s mine. I’ll pay double her rate for both services for what most girls average per shift.” I look at my totally pissed off and speechless dark angel. “How many nights a week do you work?”
“Four,” she growls, her hands balling into fists at her sides.
I nod. “Four nights means sixteen lap dances a week, about four hours in a VIP room. I’ll pay double her rate, five hundred for the dance, a thousand for the room, per service per night. That’s three thousand a night, twelve thousand a week. Trent makes good on my demand, doesn’t let anyone else have time with Cordelia when she’s working, and I will continue to pay him fifty thousand a month for keeping it that way.”
The dude blinks wide greenish-grey eyes. “I’ll have to run it by him first...”
I nod. “Fifty thousand a month ensures no one gets one on one time with Cordelia but me, even when I don’t come in. I find out otherwise and not only do I stop the cash flow but I pull Cordelia out of here and come back with a few more of Trent’sold friendsfor a not so happy reunion, got it?”
He nods.
“Good. Now go talk to your boss and get it square.”
Once we’re alone again, Tate narrows her eyes and crosses her arms against her chest. “What the fuck was that?”
I smirk. “Business.”
“Fuck you, Fin.” She goes to storm off but I snatch her arm and keep her in place.
“That was me making sure no one else gets to have what’s mine.” I dip my head and bring my face closer to hers. “I might not be able to have you,m’eudail, but you are still mine and I’ll be damned if I don’t do everything I can to keep it that way.”
“You just... you just screwed me out of a lot of money.” Her voice is rough, breathy. “I won’t get any tips if you own my time here.”
“You’ll be fine.” She won’t take money from me, I know that, learned it for a fact when she kept tearing up the checks I left her for taking care of my mother. I’ll just deposit hertipsinto the account I opened, a savings account in my name that I dump money into every time she does something for me. Should have enough for her to quit working here at this rate, probably pay for school like I overheard her tell Theo about, and get her a degree in psychology like she wants. Tate will be just fine and I’m going to make sure of it in every way I can.
