5 Nights (Sinful Delights Romance - Boxed Set) by Michelle Hughes Page B

him.  “You can’t dance again.”
    His words were enough to clear some of the fog from my head.  “I need to do this.”  I couldn’t let him take this away from me.  What we’d just done, I didn’t even know how to label it.  I knew some serious soul-searching needed to go on about that later, but right now this was more important.
    “You don’t need to do it.  All those men wanted to pull out their dicks and fuck you tonight.” 
    I don’t know where I found courage, but his words ticked me off.  “But they didn’t, did they?  You did.”  I realized he’d just taken me on his desk like a common whore.  It took a few minutes for that to filter in through my brain.
    “I was pissed off.  They had no right to look at you that way.”
    Crossing my arms over my breasts I stared at him incredulously.  “And you had a right to screw me like some prostitute you picked up off a corner?”  Oh yeah, I was fuming mad now!
    “You’re not dancing again.”  He hadn’t answered my question and that look of anger filled his eyes again almost making me back down.  I lifted my chin.  He wasn’t going to frighten me into submission.  He didn’t own me.
    “I need the money Sin.  I’m going to dance.” I dared him with my look to tell me no.
    “It’s always about the fucking money with women.  He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet.  Grabbing more hundred dollar bills then I’d seen in my life he slammed them down on the desk.  “I’ll pay you not to dance.”
    I hated him at that moment.  He was attempting to buy me off and it made me feel cheap.  “Screw you Sin.” Glancing around the room I saw a few club shirts.  I grabbed one of them and pulled it over my head.  “I don’t want your damn money!” 
    He could go straight to hell I decided, as I stormed out of the office.  I didn’t look back.  If he followed I swore I’d kick him where it hurt most.  I made my way to the bar, not caring that I was dressed in an oversized t-shirt and probably looked like I’d just been screwed.
    “Give me a shot of tequila.”  I wanted to get so drunk that I forget that infuriating man ever existed.   George obviously noticed I was angry because he quickly came back with the shot. 
    Kera was at the bar as I got the second shot.  “You okay?”
    “Nope.” I threw back the next drink and raised the empty shot glass to her.   I ached between my thighs from Sin’s rough sex, but it was nothing compared to the turmoil going through my mind.
    She nodded and ordered us both another round.  We drank them quickly.  My head was spinning.  “I really hate men.” I shook my head, trying to clear it.  The tequila was definitely not one of my brightest ideas.
    “One of our V.I.P.’s is asking to talk to you, so can you pretend for a few more minutes they all don’t suck?” She winked and ordered us one more round.
    “I might be able to make it that long.  Walk me over to him?”  I wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone other than Kera, but I knew that the man was obviously loaded if he had that status. 
    We did one more shot before making our way to his table.  “Mr. Fowler this is Lily.”
    I was grateful she used my stage name and not my real one, and I attempted my most pleasant smile.  “Nice to meet you, Sir.”
    “Please call me Frank, the Sir makes me feel ancient.”
    Giving the best acting job of my life I laughed softly.  “Okay Frank.”
    He motioned for us to join him at his table, and Kera and I sat down.  The waitress walked over quickly, and he ordered us all a round of tequila.  “I noticed that was your drink of choice at the bar.” He smiled, showing beautifully straight teeth.
    Frank was a handsome man, I noticed.  He was also very well dressed.  It was unusual to see a patron in the bar in a designer suit.  I assumed he was some rich executive.  According to Kera they were the ones you wanted to keep on your fan list.
    “I’m