He climbs on the bike and glares back at me. He knows I’m right.
“Just get on the bike Tanner.”
I sigh and do as the master says before he gets his leather in a wad.
Fifteen minutes later, we pull up to a large building with the word Lace written on a neon blue sign. He parks around the side and climbs off, not saying a word.
“Where are we?” I ask while removing my helmet. “And where is Skittles?”
“Questions, Vix.” He pulls open a metal door and holds it open for me.
I cross my arms and stare at him.
“It’s our place of business. I need to make a quick stop.” He finally says.
“Now, was that so hard?” I smirk and follow him inside.
We walk down a dark hallway and pass four rooms. I almost tripped when I glanced into one and saw a woman giving a blow job to an old guy in a suit. Do they not close doors around here? We walked into a small office where a short, Italian looking guy sat behind the desk on the phone.
“Ivan.” Maverick takes a seat on the chair across from the desk while I stand at the door.
“I gotta call you back,” Ivan says as he hangs up the phone.
“Give me a sec Maverick. I got the cash in the safe.” Ivan stands and disappears out of the office.
I hear giggles and turn to see two girls dressed in nothing, but G-strings and stilettos pass me in the hall.
I turn back to Maverick. “Nice establishment you got here.”
He smirks. “It pays well.”
I shift uncomfortably on my feet. Just adding another first to my growing list these days. Strip Club, check.
“Oh hey Mav. Is this our new girl?” A raven haired woman stops in the doorway and eyes me with a look of approval.
“Fuck no,” Maverick grumbles.
“Ah too bad.” She reaches over and grabs my hand. “Come with me, I can entertain you while he’s busy.”
A nervous laugh comes from my lips.
“Kitty, get your ass back to work. Tanner, come here,” he orders.
Kitty releases me with a pout, and I quickly step over to Maverick.
“She’s a looker, that’s all I’m saying.” Kitty turns on her pumps and glides down the hall.
I feel a soft touch on my leg, and I glance down to see Maverick scowling at the doorway. The tips of his fingers dance across my skin and a slight shiver flows up my spine. I try to conceal it by moving away, slipping from his grip, but he turns in the chair so I’m standing between his thick thighs. His other hand trails up the back of my leg. Both palms are lightly caressing my skin and heat immediately floods my core. He’s touching me. I stand stock still, trying to control the urge to reach out and run my fingers through his wind-blown hair. Its intimidating being this close to him. I almost feel like I need permission to touch him. The corded muscles in his forearms flex with each movement and my nipples harden against my bra. This is pathetic. He barely touched my leg and I’m about to have a full blown orgasm. Get control of yourself, Tanner.
He doesn’t speak at first.
“You’re not going out with him,” he murmurs as his eyes stay glued to the motions of his hands.
His touch is making me dizzy. “Why not?” I whisper.
He flicks his dark eyes up to me, and his hands slide up to the hem of my shorts. I suck in a breath when the tip of his finger touches the inside of my thigh, close to where I’m currently soaked.
He opens his mouth to speak when Ivan returns.
“Alright, Prez. A hundred grand. It’s all there.” He tosses a duffle bag near my feet.
Maverick clears his throat, and his hands fall away from me. The loss causes a feeling of emptiness, and I hate it.
“Thanks Ivan.” He scoops up the bag. “Ready, Vix?”
I nod and follow him out the door.
Just your typical Tuesday. Almost got fondled at a strip club, and randomly collected a hundred grand. Is this really my life now?