Taming The Alpha - BBW Paranormal Romance by Adriana Hunter Page A

they
shouldn’t. The power she felt when she sat some guy in a chair
in a private room, knowing he had a hard on because of her, and then
taking him to the edge, over and over, never really touching him,
doing it all with just the movements of her body, her eyes, her
words. It was a perverse kind of power, but power nonetheless. And
then taking their money.
    Sometimes
she’d come close to an orgasm, her body infused with arousal,
throbbing and aching for release. But not with any of these men.
Never. It was nights like that when she’d find Lori. And then
it would all be better. As much as she loved men, Lori did things to
her, knew her in a way no one else did, understood her like no one
else. It wasn’t perfect and even though it took care of that
one physical need, it still left her feeling empty, aching for
something else, a deeper connection. But she pushed that need aside.
    Nikki
was on her hands and knees now, back arched, slinking her way to the
end of the narrow strip of stage that extended into the crowd. There
were a few guys who grabbed at her, but she skillfully avoided them.
There were always a few.
    By
the end of the song, she was at the end of the stage, eye level with
the guys sitting closest. She recognized a few, gave them that
special smile she reserved just for them, and gyrated through the
last few bars of the song.
    As
the music stopped and she stood, looking up, eyes sliding over the
tables of hooting men, the same every night, all turned on by the
fantasy she created. The lights were hot and blinding, but through
them she saw him. Or she thought she did, hoped she did. Her heart
skipped a beat.
    Tall,
black hair, staring right at her. Again. He’d been there for
three nights running and she’d hoped he’d be standing
there tonight, watching her. She could never find him while she
danced and she didn’t want to. But when she was finished, she’d
look up and there he’d be. Their eyes would meet and for a
brief moment all the noise and smells and chaos of the club would
fade.
    Nikki
had no idea who he was, or what he did to her, but he took her breath
away. And it bothered her that she even noticed him at all, that
she’d started looking for him. Customers weren’t supposed
to turn into anything other than money in her pocket. Getting
attached to one meant trouble. She’d seen it happen all around
her and she knew better.
    But
for the last three nights, by the time she’d gotten dressed and
came back out on the floor, he’d be gone. While there were
always regulars in the club, guys who came just to see here, she’d
never missed them if they weren’t there and she never went
searching for them, anticipated seeing them…wanted to see
them. She never let herself care. Caring was too dangerous.
    Lori
was lounging in the dressing room, wearing a sheer robe, long legs
crossed, perched on the edge of the sagging couch, long legs crossed.
Nikki made a bee-line for her locker, pulling out filmy bits of
clothing, flinging most of it to the floor in frustration, searching
for the perfect outfit.
    “ You
late for something, Nikki?” Lori sat up, watching Nikki
intently through a haze of cigarette smoke. “Oh, wait. Your
mystery guy is out there, right? I knew it.”
    Lori
leaned back, idly swinging one leg as she watched Nikki frantically
pulling on a pair of fishnet stockings.
    “ You
know Mack wants us to mingle, not play favorites. Even if the guy is
drop dead gorgeous. And…” Lori rose, stubbing out her
cigarette, stretching her arms over her head. “Even if he
smells divine.”
    Nikki
whirled around. “How do you know what he smells like?”
    Lori
laughed. “You should see the look on your face, love.”
She walked over, reaching out, pinching Nikki’s cheek. “I
have no idea what he smells like. But you’re smitten, kitten.
And that’s not wise. Mixing business with pleasure is a recipe
for disaster and you know it.”
    “ Don’t
you have some place to be, like out on the