Page 13 of Carnal

“Nothing. Do you want to meet one of Grant’s friend? Rafael, I do not think he is the SEAL.”

“Oh, he’s not. He told me that he’s an entrepreneur. That’s sexy. I’m sick of SEALs, you know? I mean, I’m a stripper. I see them all the time, and they’re all cheaters. Maybe Rafael is the change I need.”

I bit my lip to stop myself from telling her she was right. I wanted to be alone with Rafael, try to figure who he was, why he was texting Mitch, and if he knew my brother. I couldn’t do that if she was hanging on him. “Okay. I understand. He looks like the bad news to me.”

“I like him! He’s very mature. He even owns a summer home in Lake Tahoe. How cool is that?”

“Very cool.” I internally rolled my eyes. There was slim to no chance that guy was an “entrepreneur”.

We used the bathroom, reapplied makeup, she spritzed some of that nasty body spray that was on a tray on the counter, and we went back to the bar.

The rest of my shift was a blur. Autumn left with Rafael without saying goodbye to me, Mitch went home with one of the resident frog hogs, Grant pretty much ignored me, Paul didn’t speak a word, and my feet were tired from running up and down the bar all night. What a bust.

Kyle left early with his girlfriend and tossed his keys to Grant, telling him to close up with me. Once the customers cleared out, Grant and I counted the money in silence.

Just as we finished, Grant walked over the to the doors and locked them.

“What are you doing? Aren’t we going to leave? I’m tired.”

“No, baby. I’ve been watching you all night, counting down the minutes until we were alone.”

Grant slammed me against the wall and pressed his his hard cock against me, proving just how much his watching me had turned him on.

Guess tonight hadn’t been a bust after all.