Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
“Okay,” Sienna agrees. “I can live with all that.”
After Ellie runs up the stairs to let her friends know she’ll see them in a few days, I tug Sienna close to me. “One more thing,” I murmur. “Until you tell me otherwise, you’re mine. Other guys can look, they can dream, hell, they can even fantasize.” I lick the seam of her lips and she shudders in response. “But nobody is touching you but me.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
MICAH
“I can’t believe you’re letting your wife work here,” Lincoln snickers. It’s Friday night and, as agreed upon, Sienna is back to work, which means, I’m here to watch her. The past few days have been good. She and Ellie have been hanging out, and Sienna started her online classes, so she let me get her a laptop. When I get home from work, we eat and hang out, and instead of sleeping in her own room, she’s been continuing to sleep in mine without me having to ask. Her clothes are still in her room, but every night when Ellie excuses herself to go to bed, Sienna crawls into my bed. We spend hours talking and kissing, which leads to getting each other off, before she wraps herself around me and falls asleep in my arms.
“She needs to feel in control.” I shrug. “If she needs to dance naked for a room full of men to do that, who am I to say no. Besides, she agreed not to give any private dances.”
Lincoln whistles, shaking his head. “You’re a stronger man than I am. I would’ve yanked her ass off that stage and—”
His words are cut off by a knock on the door, followed by Marina, our house mom, entering through the partial opening with Ellie trailing closely behind.
“Mr. Alexander,” Marina says curtly. “We have a bit of a problem. It seems Miss Bardot has taken it upon herself to work here. Security caught her delivering drinks and asking the members if they needed anything.”
At her statement, I turn around to look at Ellie, who doesn’t look the least bit apologetic or embarrassed.
“What the hell do you mean, if they needed anything?” I bark. “You’re fifteen years old. There’s nothing you got that they should want.”
“Not like that.” Ellie huffs.
“You can go,” Lincoln says to Marina. “We’ll handle it from here. Thanks.”
“Wait, where’s Sienna?” I watched her on stage earlier, so she’s not due to go back on for a few more hours.
“She’s performing for a private party,” Marina says, before making her exit.
“Explain,” I say to Ellie, once it’s just the three of us.
“I need a job,” she says simply. “So… I offered to deliver drinks so the ladies can focus on giving lap dances, and in exchange, I would get a cut of their tips.” She shrugs like it’s no big deal, and I have to give it to her, it’d be a solid plan if Lincoln weren’t hell-bent on making sure this club is run correctly—and that includes not having an underage girl serving alcohol.
“Don’t fifteen-year-olds get jobs at the grocery store bagging?” Lincoln asks.
“Did you bag groceries when you were fifteen?” Ellie sasses.
“Well, no,” he says, looking slightly perplexed by the teenager. “But that’s different. We were learning to run the family business.”
“Well, my sister works here, and she’s married to him...” She points at me. “So technically, this is the family business.”
I cough to cover my laughter, and Lincoln glares my way, silently telling me to handle this. I should let this continue just to fuck with him, but I don’t, since I need to get back out to the main area soon to watch my wife dance.
“What do you need money for?” I ask Ellie.
“Dance camp. It needs to be paid this week, and since Sienna wasn’t able to work because our mom’s a bitch who likes to fuck her over every chance she gets, there’s no way I can ask her for the money. I figured if I could deliver drinks or something, I could earn enough cash to go.”
“Is Sienna okay with you going to dance camp?”
“Of course. Dance is my life,” she says matter-of-factly. “This camp is for the elite and it’s my first time being invited. They’ve offered me a partial scholarship, and if I could just do something around here, I would be able to come up with the rest.” She glances at Lincoln. “I’ll do whatever you need.”
“Send me the info and I’ll pay for it.” I expect her to be excited, so I’m confused when she looks uneasy. “What?”
“It’s just...Sienna told me to stop taking things from you because if it doesn’t work out it’ll be more she has to pay back.”
Fuck. Looks like I have more work to do than I thought.
“It is going to work out, and if it doesn’t, you guys don’t owe me shit. I promise. Send me the info and I’ll pay for it. When does it start?”