Page 8 of First Time Rush
She's mad.
Fuck, she's going to make me cum in my fucking pants.
"What's that?" I keep my game face on, dragging my eyes kicking and screaming from her tits because she's all business.
"I willdance, but I will not do other things. You know, with the men." She glares at me, her cheeks flushing in the dim light.
I gather myself together. This girl means business, and I respect she's willing to talk to me like that. I hate she's had to think about shit like that. What the hell is a girl like her doing here in the first place?
"Yeah? Okay, anything else?"
"Yes. And… the music. I don't like that music they're playing." She wrinkles her nose like she's smelling something awful.
The standard thump, thump of house music fills the massive space, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing at her. Any other place, any other audition, she would have been eaten alive by now and tossed out the door.
"You don't, huh? What kind of music do you like, May?" I can't fight the grin anymore, lips pulling back over my teeth.
Staff members are moving around us, shooting sidelong glances my way. They think I've lost my mind, standing here chatting and grinning like a fat kid eating cake.
I want to get her out of here and back in my office, but I don't want to scare her either.
"I like happy music. Like 'Stayin' Alive' and 'I Want Candy,' oh!" Her eyes twinkle like she's just found a quarter on the sidewalk. She's practically singing the titles. "I like that song 'Push It,' that's a good stripper song, right?"
Her excitement makes her shift up onto her tiptoes. I can fucking see her lips moving with the silent words.
Ah, push it. P-push it real good.
Does she know it's 2016? Those songs are older than she is. I know them well. I've got a decade plus on her, but her enthusiasm is making me want to let her dance.
But not for them.
Not for the guys who are paying to come in here.
For me. Alone. Where no one else can see her.
The bar is filling up this time of night, and she's drawing glances from some swinging dicks. "If you want to talk about the job, we'll have to do so in my office." I shift a half-turn and extend my arm toward the hallway. Her eyes dart from my face to where I'm gesturing, then they narrow, but she steps forward. "Right this way."
I fall in next to her, my head swiveling around to make sure no one else is dogging on her.
I may be losing my fucking mind, because I don't even want eyes on her. The thoughts going through my head would get me fucking arrested. I haven't thought about a woman like this before. And I mean not ever.
I take a deep draw of the air above her head. Sweet. Like cotton candy. It's latched into me deep.
We reach the hallway door, and I step forward, opening it and ushering her down toward my office without a word. We're both silent, but we're having a conversation here. She just doesn't know it yet.
Under the fluorescent light of the hallway, I practically fall to my fucking knees and start to praise God. Her thick ass fills out a pleated schoolgirl skirt, paired with white thigh-high socks and those crazy pink shoes. If it wasn't so fucking sexy, it would be hilarious.
She's trying to kill me.
I've known this girl for three minutes, and my heart is about to clench up and drop me right here.
Allister steps out of his office, right into our path, and May stops in her tracks when she sees him.
"Wow," she breathes, and for the first time in our entire friendship, I fucking hate him.
"Hi." Allister looks from her to me, pushing out his bottom lip. I've never brought a girl down here unless they were already working here, and he knows it. My office is off limits unless you're in trouble. We have a conference room for meetings and shit. If the staff need to talk to me, they don't come knocking on my office door. That's my space. Call it OCD, but I don't want just anyone in there.
"Move," I growl as I place my hand on the small of her back and guide her around Allister. Just the brush of my fingertips against her sets my blood on fire. One word pulses in my head.
