“It won’t matter; she won’t believe me.”
“Why?” Vida asked, looking down at her computer and refusing to gaze into his eyes.
“Because Tessa knows that I like to fuck. She won’t believe there is the slightest chance that you could live with me and not have me put my cock in your tight little pussy.” Colton’s voice became intimately suggestive.
Shocked, Vida looked up into his face. For the last two weeks he had completely ignored her presence, treating her with cold indifference, now he was talking to her in a way that was sexually explicit. Something didn’t add up and Vida was pretty sure she knew the answer to Colton’s big change.
“King wouldn’t let you get rid of me, would he?” Mischievous laughter erupted as Vida was unable to hold back. She could practically see the smoke coming out of his ears. Desperately trying to dampen down her amusement before he strangled her, Vida gathered her control. It wasn’t easy, but she finally succeeded.
“You think you have it all figured out, don’t you?” Colton questioned, neither confirming nor denying his plan.
“Damn, Colton, I think I’m smart enough to know that the last thing you want is me in your apartment. If King refused to let me leave, your only other option is to get me to want to leave,” she mocked him, leaning back in the swivel chair and placing her arms across her chest.
“What you didn’t think about is that I actually don’t mind living with you, despite your revolving bedroom door. It’s better than sleeping in the same room as one of King’s women, who are giving blowjobs or fucking before I can get out of the room. It’s damn sure better than letting Digger get me and it sure as hell is better than leaving before I find Sawyer.” Vida’s voice was practically yelling at Colton as he stood dumbfounded at the woman he had mistaken for being a timid little mouse.
Vida almost started laughing again at his expression, but decided she had pressed her luck far enough for the day. The bell rang, letting them know a customer was coming in the door. Seth came towards the counter with a genuine smile on his face, carrying his computer.
“I’m off today. I thought if it’s okay with you that I would hang around and. when you weren’t busy, you could help me code?” Seth nervously waited for her reply.
Vida returned his smile with one of her own. “I’d enjoy it, Seth. I get bored between customers now that most of my classes are finished.”
Colton just stared back and forth between the two for several seconds.
“Make sure you keep track of the clients,” was all he said before disappearing.
The day was much better with Seth keeping her company. Tessa merely eyed Seth when she came out front. Vida could tell she was wondering just what their relationship was, but she didn’t ask and Vida wasn’t about to volunteer the information.
Colton came out with his client; a woman, not much older than Vida, who had wanted a tat of an owl on her shoulder. She had gushed her admiration of his tats when she had caught sight of him. It wasn’t much better now that her tattoo had been completed and wrapped.
Colton had been about to call his next appointment when the woman grabbed his arm, keeping him by her side. “Call me?” Vida had become used to the forwardness of the women that came into Colton’s shop.
“Sure thing, sugar.” Colton gave her a smile that looked insincere to Vida, but she was also sure that she would see the bleached blond doing the walk out of Colton’s front door during the wee hours when he was done with her.
“Colton, my man, I see you still have the touch.”
Everyone’s eyes turned towards the loud voice to see a middle-aged man standing in the doorway, letting the door close behind him as he came further into the room. He was extremely attractive with hard angles, yet laugh lines were leading away from his amused eyes as they took in the young girl pleading for Colton’s attention.
“I see three years in the state pen hasn’t hurt your mojo any.” The man was as large as his voice.
“Shut-up, Max,” Colton said, trying to disentangle himself from the grip, which had tightened on his arm.
“You’ve been in prison?” Instead of fear, Vida clearly saw arousal on the woman’s face.
“Yeah, I just got out a couple of weeks ago,” Colton answered.
“You sure you don’t want me to wait around until you get off? I don’t mind waiting.” She moved closer to Colton.
“I’m sure, Lara. I’m busy tonight. I’ll call you next week.” Vida rolled her eyes, more like he had another woman scheduled for tonight.
Lara paid her bill then left when it became obvious that Colton wouldn’t change his mind. Vida sat beside Seth, reaching out to point to a figure he had missed, feeling the eyes of the newcomer on her. She steadily ignored the curious eyes on her as she heard him talking to Colton.
“Have I met you? Your face seems familiar to me for some reason.” The silence in the room forced Vida to look up, knowing the voice was addressing her.
“I don’t think so, I would have remembered.” It was the honest truth; the man was very striking, both in features and in the way he dressed. By his looks and from the motorcycle he owned that was parked outside the glass door, Vida assumed he was in a motorcycle club. He had on jeans and a t-shirt with a leather jacket that had several patches on it, most held a club name that was constantly in the news for the criminal activities it was said they had committed.
“I think we have. You seem too familiar…” Vida knew the instant he recognized her, amusement and admiration lit his face.
“Trouble?” He laughed and hit his hand against Colton’s back. “I have died and gone to Heaven.” Holding his arms out, he gave her a devilish grin. “Come to daddy.”
Blood rushed up her from her chest to land with bright flags of shame on her cheeks as Seth stopped coding to stare at her as if he had never seen her before. His mouth dropped open.
“You work in King’s club?” Before Vida could reply, Max barged into their conversation.
“She sure does. You have the pleasure of sitting next to one of King’s gloriously divine exotic dancers, Trouble.”
Seth looked at her with horrified eyes, as if the computer he had in front of him was about to be stolen. Vida’s emotions closed down. It was a look she was very familiar with, she had seen it dozens of times when she was a child, whenever someone found out her mother was a stripper.
Seth closed his computer, gathered his papers and shoved them unceremoniously into his backpack.
“I better be going. I’ll talk to you later, Vida.” Seth jumped from his chair, taking off from the shop as if the hounds of hell were after him. Vida swallowed down the hurt; she had thought they were friends. Seth hadn’t made any sexual overtures towards her and it had made her relax in his easygoing company.
“I take it the kid didn’t know.” Vida could see remorse in Max’s eyes.
Vida shrugged, refusing to let them see she was hurting. “It was my fault; I had plenty of time to tell him.”
“Who gives a fuck, if something like that runs off the little pussy. You’re better off without him,” Max stated.
Vida shrugged again, Seth had surprised her by his abrupt departure. It wasn’t Max’s fault he had inadvertently let it out that she was stripping, it was her own for entangling herself in the mess her life had become. Not for the first time, Vida questioned whether she was doing the right thing, wishing she had other options where Sawyer was concerned. Maybe she should go to the police again?
Vida ran her hand along the computer, feeling the cold metal against her fingertips. She gathered back her control.
King was her only hope of getting Sawyer back; she knew that in her heart. She had taken the only road open to her, so now she had to tough out the repercussions. When Sawyer was back, she could leave and move somewhere where people had never heard of her mother and wouldn’t have to be constantly on guard about being recognized as a stripper. She just had to hang on to her tattered pride until then.
&nbs
p; Pasting a fake smile on her lips that she was unaware didn’t reach her eyes, she forestalled any other comments. “You’re right. I was only doing him a favor anyway, helping him with his video game. Are you wanting to get a tattoo?” she asked Max, trying to change the subject.
“Only if Colton has an opening. I don’t want that bitch of a wife anywhere near me with those needles of hers.” Max shuddered, giving her a wink.
“Colton’s free; you can go on back with him.” Vida smiled at the man’s antics.
“Thanks, I am sorry, sometimes my mouth spouts out shit before I think.” Max moved closer to the counter.
“It’s really okay.” This time Vida’s smile was much warmer. “But I’m still not going to give you a private dance,” she teased. She could tell he was upset with himself for being responsible for Seth leaving.
His heartbreak lasted three seconds. “I guess I’ll survive. Any chance you’ll give me the redhead’s number that comes on the stage after you?”
Vida studied Colton’s friend, he seemed like a really nice guy. “I’ll give her a call. If she says it cool, I’ll give it to you. I will warn you, though, she does have a boyfriend.”
“Trouble, you just made my day. I’ll make sure we name our firstborn after you.” Vida couldn’t hold back her laughter at his silly response.