served
bar until the weekend party began at midnight. Mickey switched up
the volume of the music and the girls climbed on the bar to
entertain with a hot dance. Thankfully I'd managed to avoid this
last weekend.
“And you Tiffany Johnson ... I wanna
see you work your hot little ass up there too,” Mickey said, his
tone leading me to feel that avoidance had come to an end.
“I tend bar, I'm not an exotic dancer.” I
tried to wriggle out of it, but the look on his face was hard as
stone.
“You do what I say, when I say. And right
now I say you dance. Get the fuck up there. ”
I scowled at him as I made my way around the
bar to a stool and climbed up. All the girls were lined up in their
black hotpants, asses to the audience. Half our backsides were on
display at the upward angle they had.
I had a quick peek at the girls, they were
all doing their thing, shaking it down, trying to outdo each
other.
I sniggered to myself. One thing I was real
good at was shaking my ass. I was actually a very good dancer, when
I was in a club, on the dance floor.
I tried to pretend I was somewhere else, and
let rip with my brand of hump, bump and grind. After a minute or
two I lost all inhibition and went for it, bending right over and
moving my assets like I never had before. The air was full of
rousing, loud music, whistling and filthy comments and the girls
high pitched squeals. As the dance ended I couldn't avoid him.
Joshua stood before me, his eyes smoldering, about to catch
fire.
He moved forward, holding up his arm to help
me down to the ground.
I took his hand and hopped down to his side,
turning to face him. It would have been so easy to fall into his
arms and give up the fight. But I wasn't about to.
“You're driving me crazy,” he groaned.
“Go see a doctor.”
“ I don't need a goddamn fucking doctor. I
want you. ” His voice was an angry growl.
As well as exciting me, he scared me so
much.
His face was dark, so passionate and
serious; his eyes, fathomless depths I wanted to drown in.
One hand slipped around my neck, drawing me
much closer.
I swam in his presence; his smell, his
touch, his heat.
My eyes closed as his mouth touched mine. It
was the sweetest, hottest kiss. The kind of kiss I wanted to last
forever. Little stars shone brightly in my head.
Hell, my body's betraying me so badly
tonight.
I had to work real hard to stop myself from
responding like I really wanted to.
I couldn't believe the strength of
attraction I had to Joshua Lyle.
Why did it have to be him for crissakes?
He wasn't Prince Charming.
He wasn't about to carry me off to his
castle.
He wouldn't offer me a happy ever after.
He'd throw me away, like a piece of
trash.
Why the hell I craved him so much was beyond
reason.
I started to sweat with the hunger he'd
awakened inside of me. It was something I'd only ever experienced
in my wildest dreams. The dreams that I could never speak of, to
anyone, ever.
Dreams where I wasn't in control of what I
did.
That's what he did to me. He ruined all my
self control.
Oh God, I need to escape. And right now.
“ Excuse me. I'm at work.
And as I said, we are done,” I said coolly.
I pulled away, returning to the bar. Mickey
gave me yet another one of his glares.
But far worse than that, was the raging
hatred I could see, so clearly written on Christie's face, as I
passed her by. A cold chill invaded my heart.
Chapter 5
I slipped my leather jacket over my brief
top. Grabbing my purse, I left the bar quickly. I didn't want to
hang around for a second longer than I had to. I scooted around the
back of the bar, and down the side to avoid both Mickey and
Joshua.
I headed toward my bike, at the front of the
bar.
A voice startled me.
“Sneaking off home without saying goodnight?
That's real bad manners, Tiffany.” Joshua came out of the darkness
and moved toward me. I took in the black jacket which completed his
persona perfectly. A tiny spot of bright orange light flared as