Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 101764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
“I wouldn’t go to Blow Job Alley with you if my mouth could perform miracles,” he said right in my face. The words, spoken in a low, furious growl, should have felt like a threat, but they ran over my skin like light touches, making me shiver.
Okay, even in this plotline, the moment was hot as hell. Too bad it wouldn’t end with him dropping to his knees.
He shifted and leaned in until his lips brushed my ear. I shivered and not from the cold. Christ, I was going to get hard despite the frigid temperature.
“I’m too honorable a man to let you make a bet you wouldn’t stand a prayer of winning. I’d suck you so good you’d not only unload your balls in seconds, you’d forget your goddamn name.” With that raspy declaration, he shoved away from the shelf, yanked the vat of champagne from my hands, and disappeared.
I exhaled as my arms dropped limp at my sides.
What the hell had just happened? Alex had gotten the upper hand and given me the tease of a lifetime—that’s what happened.
It was so sexy my dick ached, and my knees quivered. I swallowed a lump as I lifted a trembling hand and ran it through my hair. No way could I walk out into the club like this.
Well, that determined it. We were going to make this bet and test out my theory. And if I had to pull out every dirty trick in the book to get it done, so be it.
My dick would get in that mouth. He talked a huge game, and now I needed to know if he could back it up.
“Goddamn,” I whispered over the hum of the refrigerator motor. “Wait… what the hell is Blow Job Alley?”
CHAPTER NINE
ALEX
How did he do it?
How did Ryder manage to charm every damn person who worked at Top Shelf as well as the customers? Why was I the only one who saw through his winks, sexy abs, and knuckle taps to the shallow bully beneath?
He’d started at Top Shelf precisely one week ago and already snagged his own table. Not only that, he worked it like a pro, learning the drinks, memorizing prices, and balancing efficiency and professionalism with the VIP entertainment service we provided, which was better than any club in Boston.
He was a model employee, and I hated it.
A chin landed on my shoulder at the same time as two thin but strong arms wound around my waist.
I immediately tensed.
“What’s up with you tonight?” Trevor spoke directly in my ear so he didn’t have to shout above the music. His sweat-dampened hair tickled the side of my face.
Now that I knew my best friend was the one draped over me and not some plastered customer, I relaxed against him. “You on break?”
“Mm-hmm.” On Wednesday, he got a thirty-minute break every ninety minutes when he danced. The dancers used the time to rehydrate, stash their cash in their lockers, and catch their breath. “You didn’t answer my question. You’ve been off today. Everything okay at home?”
“Yeah. It’s been a good week. My mom’s new medication seems to be helping with her energy levels. She’s actually considering a visit to her sister’s house in Connecticut for a few days. Her brother-in-law offered to drive up here and pick her up.”
“Wow, Alex, that’s fantastic. She hasn’t been able to go anywhere in ages.”
Tell me about it. Between her and my brother, I hadn’t had a moment alone in the house for longer than I could remember. How incredible would it be to have even an hour of solitude? “Yeah, she’s excited.”
“And your brother?”
I shrugged. “I haven’t seen much of him, but as far as I know, he’s not in jail or the hospital, so I’m counting that as a win.”
Trevor chuckled against my ear. “Sounds like all is as good as can be on the home front, and yet you’re still all broody.”
“Broody is my default.”
“Yeah, but tonight it’s worse than usual.”
My gaze landed on Ryder, where he laughed and flirted with a VIP table full of rowdy college guys who couldn’t get enough of him. They hollered and cheered as he distributed what had to be a sixth round of shots. Together, they all downed the shot, Ryder included, though I had a feeling he’d adopted our water trick because he’d participated in every round while knowing Parker’s strict rule of one drink every two hours for staff.
One of his customers, a devastatingly handsome guy with the straightest and whitest teeth I’d ever witnessed, slid a hand up Ryder’s chest and around the back of his neck. I couldn’t help but stiffen as the guy leaned in.
Was he about to kiss Ryder?
Was Ryder going to let him?
“Relax,” Trevor said in my ear. “Ryder knows the rules and has followed them so far.”