fault the place got closed? Settle the fuck down. Our accommodation’s are covered, and he’s trying to get the place back open for tomorrow night.”
“And what do we do in the meantime?” he grumbled, kicking at the gravel with his shoe.
I let out a laugh. He was like a fucking five-year-old sometimes. “Do whatever you want. Enjoy all the wonders of Pinson Creek. It’s Friday night. Live it up.”
“I think I saw a strip club just down the road,” piped up Kam. “Who’s in?” He clapped his hands together, a smile spreading across his face.
I scowled at him. Did he have no clue?
“What?” he said, a confused expression crossing his face.
I nudged my head toward Micah.
“Oh…” his voice trailed off.
Enter awkward silence.
“Hey, if you guys want to leer over naked women, don’t let me stop you,” Micah said with a shrug. “I could use a drink. Where is this place?”
“Yeah!” Kam said, nodding with enthusiasm as he high-fived her. “I knew you were a cool chick.”
What the fuck? There was no way she was going to a strip club—or any of us, for that matter.
“Let’s just go back to the motel and chill,” I suggested, my voice weary.
“What’s the matter, Sax? You’d never have passed up the chance to have naked women rubbing all over you in the past,” Harry challenged.
Micah raised her eyebrows, shifting her body so she didn’t have to look at me.
Fuck you, Harry.
My past was just that: the past. Yes, the old Sax would’ve been down at that club faster than you could ask. Hell, he would’ve had one of the strippers bent over his car out back—never mind the no touching policy.
But things were different now. I was different. I’d learned the hard way that your life can fuck up pretty damn quickly. And nobody knew that better than Harry.
“Fine,” I muttered. I didn’t care anymore. I had no interest in going, but I’d be fucked if I was leaving Micah alone—in a strip club—with these guys.
Chapter Fourteen
Micah
I’d never been to a strip club before.
Walking inside, my heart pounded as the security guy checked my ID. He nodded, and gave me a wink. What the hell was I doing? All this just to prove some kind of stupid point to Sax?
I got the feeling class wasn’t high on the list at this establishment. Don’t get me wrong— it was clean and all that, but I felt like I’d just walked onto a seventies porn set.
Lining the center of the room we little podiums, each with their own pole. Small lights surrounded the bases of the podiums. The main stage was up the front, with a short runway extending down into the seating area. What really hit the spot were the thick, red velvet curtains hanging behind the stage and the painted-on tassels decorating the red walls.
Throw in the deep red carpet, and the place was very . . . red.
Dancers were rubbing against the poles, wearing little more than tiny G-strings. I glanced at Sax and let out a giggle. The poor guy looked mortified, like he didn’t know where to look.
“You’re finding this very awkward, aren’t you?” I said with a chuckle.
He shot daggers at me. “And you’re fucking loving it,” he growled. He was right—I was enjoying his discomfort immensely. “Can we go over there and get a drink or something?” he asked, nodding toward the bar.
I giggled and nodded.
Everywhere I looked were breasts and, in some cases, everything was on show. Despite the little I knew about strip clubs, I got the feeling this wasn’t the finest establishment in the world.
Some of the girls looked young and fresh—not much older than me. Others? Well, let’s just say I admired their confidence and leave it at that.
I slipped onto the seat next to Sax. The barmaid—who was topless—walked up to us, and I giggled as Sax sighed loudly. He hated this. I love that he was so uncomfortable with me being there. As childish as it was, I felt like it was payback for the way he reacted after our kiss.
“Do you
“And what do we do in the meantime?” he grumbled, kicking at the gravel with his shoe.
I let out a laugh. He was like a fucking five-year-old sometimes. “Do whatever you want. Enjoy all the wonders of Pinson Creek. It’s Friday night. Live it up.”
“I think I saw a strip club just down the road,” piped up Kam. “Who’s in?” He clapped his hands together, a smile spreading across his face.
I scowled at him. Did he have no clue?
“What?” he said, a confused expression crossing his face.
I nudged my head toward Micah.
“Oh…” his voice trailed off.
Enter awkward silence.
“Hey, if you guys want to leer over naked women, don’t let me stop you,” Micah said with a shrug. “I could use a drink. Where is this place?”
“Yeah!” Kam said, nodding with enthusiasm as he high-fived her. “I knew you were a cool chick.”
What the fuck? There was no way she was going to a strip club—or any of us, for that matter.
“Let’s just go back to the motel and chill,” I suggested, my voice weary.
“What’s the matter, Sax? You’d never have passed up the chance to have naked women rubbing all over you in the past,” Harry challenged.
Micah raised her eyebrows, shifting her body so she didn’t have to look at me.
Fuck you, Harry.
My past was just that: the past. Yes, the old Sax would’ve been down at that club faster than you could ask. Hell, he would’ve had one of the strippers bent over his car out back—never mind the no touching policy.
But things were different now. I was different. I’d learned the hard way that your life can fuck up pretty damn quickly. And nobody knew that better than Harry.
“Fine,” I muttered. I didn’t care anymore. I had no interest in going, but I’d be fucked if I was leaving Micah alone—in a strip club—with these guys.
Chapter Fourteen
Micah
I’d never been to a strip club before.
Walking inside, my heart pounded as the security guy checked my ID. He nodded, and gave me a wink. What the hell was I doing? All this just to prove some kind of stupid point to Sax?
I got the feeling class wasn’t high on the list at this establishment. Don’t get me wrong— it was clean and all that, but I felt like I’d just walked onto a seventies porn set.
Lining the center of the room we little podiums, each with their own pole. Small lights surrounded the bases of the podiums. The main stage was up the front, with a short runway extending down into the seating area. What really hit the spot were the thick, red velvet curtains hanging behind the stage and the painted-on tassels decorating the red walls.
Throw in the deep red carpet, and the place was very . . . red.
Dancers were rubbing against the poles, wearing little more than tiny G-strings. I glanced at Sax and let out a giggle. The poor guy looked mortified, like he didn’t know where to look.
“You’re finding this very awkward, aren’t you?” I said with a chuckle.
He shot daggers at me. “And you’re fucking loving it,” he growled. He was right—I was enjoying his discomfort immensely. “Can we go over there and get a drink or something?” he asked, nodding toward the bar.
I giggled and nodded.
Everywhere I looked were breasts and, in some cases, everything was on show. Despite the little I knew about strip clubs, I got the feeling this wasn’t the finest establishment in the world.
Some of the girls looked young and fresh—not much older than me. Others? Well, let’s just say I admired their confidence and leave it at that.
I slipped onto the seat next to Sax. The barmaid—who was topless—walked up to us, and I giggled as Sax sighed loudly. He hated this. I love that he was so uncomfortable with me being there. As childish as it was, I felt like it was payback for the way he reacted after our kiss.
“Do you
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