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“Our connection.”
I felt our attraction down to my bones, but I said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You lie.” Kingpin let go of me. “Meet me in the throne room.” He left.
I finished the drink alone. Sitting the empty glass on the bar, I wondered aloud, “The throne room?”
With a disapproving look, Minnie leaned on the bar and pointed across the dance floor to a door. I spied Kingpin going through it. “They’ve taken his perch back to its usual spot.”
I moved to follow him.
“You know what you’re getting into?” Minni asked, crossing her arms over her large breasts.
Who the fuck did she think she was? “I think?”
“A warning. Kingpin doesn’t play games. If he asked you back there, he plans to fuck you. And he’s the king around here, he gets what he wants, if you know what I mean.”
“What, is he going to rape me?”
“No. But if you don’t want to fuck, you should go home now.”
I bit down on my tongue. Fuck the sexy as hell biker, MC President or go home in time to hear my mom get home from the Country Music Awards? Listen to her complain about how some star is trying to woo her. Then Ralph would be calling when Shakey’s closed, looking for his booty call. I was lucky I had the night off. Kingpin made Ralph look like roadkill. There was no contest.
Pushing open the door Kingpin went through was harder than it should’ve been. The heavy door took some work. Once I made it through, the metal door clanked shut behind me. I stepped into a vacuum for sound to see nothing but darkness. Lights twinkled on. Electric candles barely illuminated the room. Kingpin sat on the elaborate chair I’d seen him on earlier. The regal red fabric suited him. His long legs were spread wide as he lounged. Pointed black boots laid at his bare feet. He’d gotten comfortable. His vest had vanished, but his adornments remained. He twisted a necklace by the pendent as he watched me stare.
How could I not stare?
He finally spoke, his deep voice echoing through the silence. “I’m waiting.”
“For what?”
“Your audition.”
I’d forgotten all about that. Slipping off my shoes, I kicked them away.
“There’s no music.”
“I’ll listen to you breathe.”
Okay. I started for the edge of my tank, planning to strip and do my dance routine even though I didn’t see a pole. My bra and panties were cute enough, thankfully.
“Stop. Keep your clothes on.”
My forehead scrunched up as Kingpin left his throne and came at me. Rolling his neck, he swaggered over until we were face to chest. My face to his massive chest. My eyes fluttered up from the large crow tattoo covering his chest, past his beard to meet his dark hooded eyes. In the dim light, they looked as black as the rest of his attire.
His hands went to the hem of my shirt. “You were really just going to take it all off for me?”
Pursing my lips, I glanced down to his hard abs and lower to his slick leather pants. His big bulge was evident. I lifted a shoulder. “Isn’t that what the girls do here? What you wanted?”
Kingpin’s fingers ran under my shirt, grazing my tummy. “Yes. I want you naked, but you don’t look like the type to take your clothes off so easy. You’re a stripper?”
“Yeah, I work at Shakey’s.”
“How long?”
“A week.”
“You get completely naked at Shakey’s?”
