Slow Burn: A Bad Boy Romance (Assassins Book 1)

by V. J. Chambers

  He leaned across the table. “Do I save you with a kiss?”

  God. Why was he still harping on that? Axel and I had messed around a lot, but we’d never been serious. I didn’t think he actually liked me. Besides, he was in a room full of half-naked chicks, and he was a rich guy. Certainly, he could find someone else to kiss him.

  But what would he do if I didn’t acquiesce?

  “Axel,” said a male voice behind me.

  I turned. It was a man I’d never seen before, probably in his thirties.

  “Hello Daniel,” said Axel. To me, “Daniel’s the manager here.”

  “Got a minute?” said Daniel. “I want to run a few things by you.”

  Axel got out of the booth. “Sure thing.”

  * * *

  I giggled, flopping down on a plush couch. “What’s this place?” The room was covered in mirrors. It had a thick, red shag carpet.

  “It’s a VIP lounge,” said Axel, shutting the door after us. He handed me the champagne bottle.

  I took a long drink, the fizzy liquid making fizz of my brain as well. I was a little drunk. “Does that mean I’m a VIP?”

  “Definitely,” said Axel, settling down next to me. He threw an arm over my shoulder.

  I gave him the champagne. “Well, good. Because I feel very important.”

  He drank. “And well you should, Leigh Thorn. Well you should.”

  I leaned back against one of the mirrors. “Oh, Axel, I missed you. I really did.”

  He nuzzled my neck. “I’m glad to hear you say that.”

  I pulled away from him, annoyed. If I hadn’t been so drunk, I might not have done it so abruptly, but all the champagne I’d poured down my throat had completely annihilated my inhibitions. “Why do you have to do that? Like you’re trying to put moves on me?”

  He took a thoughtful drink of champagne. “Well, I suppose because I want you.”

  “Oh,” I said.

  He set the champagne down. “You don’t want me?”

  “Not really,” I said. It was true. Even though I was drunk and lonely, I had no desire to have sex with Axel. It used to be that the combination of those two things was all I needed to be ready to go with any likely partner—as long as he was relatively attractive and easy to get along with. But for some reason, I didn’t feel like that right now.

  “Ouch,” he said.

  “Sorry,” I said. “It’s not because of you or anything. I mean, you’re exactly the same. But I’m—”

  “Right. You’re not doing coke, and you’re still hung up on that dude you were crying over last time.” Axel sucked in breath through his nose. “You’re different.”

  I didn’t say anything. Everything was starting to spin.

  “It’s only that I missed you, too,” he said. “You were different than a lot of the other girls I’ve been with. With you, I was pretty sure I didn’t matter.”

  “What?” I said. I tried to sit up straighter.

  “It was refreshing,” he said. “You weren’t... clingy.”

  “Seriously?” I said. “You like me because I’m not into you?”

  “I like you because you’re wild and crazy and willing to try anything,” he said. “Well. You were. You’re different now. Like you said.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be,” he said. “I’m a big boy. I can handle it.” He gave me the champagne bottle. “But it does cause a little bit of a problem for you.”

  “Problem?” I set the bottle down on the floor. “I don’t want any more of that.”

  He stood up, surveying himself in one of the mirrors. “Well, you wanted to crash with me.”

  “I thought you said that was okay,” I said.

  He shrugged. “I don’t mean to sound selfish, babe, but what would really be in it for me?”

  My jaw dropped. “You can’t be serious. You’re not going to let me stay with you because I’m not sleeping with you?”

  “It’s not like that,” he said. “I just made a decision based on a faulty assumption. Now that you’ve given me all the data, I’ve concluded that it just doesn’t seem like a prospect that interests me.”

  Great. I buried my face in my hands. “You jackass.”

  He laughed. “Sometimes, yeah. But you always liked that about me.”

  I lifted my face. He was grinning. I took a deep breath. “Okay. Okay, fine, I’ll sleep with you, just don’t—”

  “No, don’t be silly, Leigh. I told you it wasn’t like that. I don’t want you to sleep with me if you don’t want to. What would be the fun in that? I can find willing girls easily enough.”

  “So, you’re going to kick me out.”

  “You’re so dramatic,” he said.

  I wanted to cry. I really did. But that feeling from before came back—that numb, frozen feeling, like I had no real emotions. So I only got to my feet. I stumbled a little. I’d had a good bit of champagne. “I have nowhere to go and no money, Axel.”

  He raised his eyebrows. “You really are in trouble.”

  I shook my head. “You really are a jackass.”

  “I don’t see the problem, babe. Your dad isn’t my dad. I know he doesn’t have that much money. But he wouldn’t let you starve or live on the streets either.”

  “He’s dead,” I said. I thought I’d cry then. Admitting that would make me cry. But nothing happened. I was ice.

  Axel winced. He took a swig of champagne. “That’s tough.”

  “And you still won’t help?”

  “Well, you see,” he said. “That almost makes it worse. Because now you’re a charity case. If I let you stay with me, you’d probably never leave. You don’t have any money at all?”

  “No,” I said dully. He was right, though. He was horrible, but he was being honest. I had nothing to offer him, and I would burden him if I stayed with him. “Please, just one night. In the morning, I’ll figure out—”

  “Nothing’s going to be different in the morning,” he said. “You’re still going to be in this pathetic situation.”

  “You’re going to make me sleep on the street,” I said.

  “I’m not making you do anything,” he said. “I’m just not taking you home. Your life is your business.” He considered. “I guess you’ll have to get a job or something. That’s what people do, isn’t it?”

  A job? Like I could just— I looked at him sharply. “You could hire me.”

  “Hire you?”

  “At your club,” I said. “You could do that. It wouldn’t hurt you.”

  “You want me to hire you? Doing what?”

  “Stripping, of course,” I said. I could make enough money in a week to get out of here. It was a good idea. It wasn’t exactly a classy idea, but what did I care? I didn’t mind guys looking at me. I was good at being the center of attention. And it would give me a goal. For the first time since the pick pocket took my money, I felt a tiny bit of hope.

  “What do you know about stripping?”

  “What’s to know? I mean, I have to take off my clothes.”

  He considered. “I guess you’re good at that.”

  “Fuck you.”

  He laughed. “So touchy all of the sudden.”

  “Look, you obviously want to see me naked anyway,” I said. “It’s a win-win, isn’t it? I’ll even give you a lap dance.”

  He folded his arms over his chest. “All right. We can try it. There’s generally a fee that girls payout to the club for working, but I’ll front it for you. You pay me back after your first shift. I’ll also front for the clothes you’re going to need. You pay me back for that too.”

  “Of course.”

  He slid his hand behind my neck. “And I am going to want a lap dance.”

  “Okay,” I said. “I’ll make sure I get right on that once I’m working.”

  “No,” he said. “Right now.”

  I shut my eyes.

  “Consider it your audition.”

  I forced myself to smile. “Fine.
You got it.” Axel was such a dick. I sort of wished he was dead right now. But I took a deep breath, because if I was going to be a stripper, I was going to have to get used to playing nice with guys I didn’t like.

  Okay, okay. How did you give a lap dance exactly?

  Maybe I didn’t have to start in his lap. Maybe I could work up to that. I backed up against the far wall, my back against the mirrors. I closed my eyes. I could hear the music of the club in the background. This would be like dancing anywhere, right? Just feel the music?

  I started to sway my hips.

  “I’m waiting here,” said Axel. “Thus far, I’m not impressed.”

  I really did hate him. “I’m a little drunk. Give me a second to concentrate.” I leaned my back up against the wall, my legs still out. I swung my hips in a wide circle, so that my butt brushed up against the wall. I closed my eyes again. I didn’t need to see Axel. I needed to get this right.

  “Better,” he said.

  I wished he’d shut up. I reached up and unbuttoned the first button on my shirt.

  I slid down the wall, my back arched, my eyes still closed. When I got all the way down, I opened my eyes and fixed him with my sexiest stare.

  He didn’t laugh. That was saying something.

  I rocked away from the wall and planted my hands on the floor. Languidly, I moved so that I was in a crawling position. Keeping eyes contact, I crawled towards him slowly, like a cat.

  He licked his lips. “Not bad, Leigh.”

  I stopped in front of him. On my knees, I bounced up and down as I unbuttoned the rest of the buttons on my blouse, slowly, watching him the whole time.

  He swallowed, eyeing me with interest.

  I pulled my shirt over my shoulders, leaving it on the floor. I was down to my bra now.

  I climbed up to straddle him, grinding into his pelvis, rubbing my body against his.

  He caressed my hips.

  “I don’t think you’re allowed to touch strippers,” I said.

  He dug his fingers into my skin.

  I pulled away, scrambling to my feet. “That’s enough, Axel.”

  He curled his lip. “You’re not done.”

  “You broke the rules.”

  I swept my shirt off the floor.

  “Hold on,” he said. “Don’t stop. I promise to be good.”

  “Just... do I get the job or not?” I said. “Try and be a decent human being for once in your miserable existence.”

  “Ouch. Babe, that’s harsh,” he said.

  “You deserve it,” I said.

  His gaze flitted over me. I was still holding my shirt, but I’d brought it up against my body so that it was covering me a little bit. “Tell you what, Leigh. Take of your bra, and I’ll help you get a job at my gentlemen’s club.”

  “What does it matter, Axel? It’s not like you haven’t seen my boobs before.”

  “Not in a while,” he said. “Not like this.”

  And it felt wrong somehow. I felt like I was in the spotlight, and I didn’t like the way he was greedily eyeing my bare skin. How had I never noticed what a jerk Axel was before?

  “Just take off your bra,” he said. “If you want to be a stripper, you have to be able to strip, babe.”

  I let my balled up shirt drop back on the floor. He was right. I needed to get used to greedy eyes on me. I needed to get used to being looked at the way Axel was looking at me. Maybe it was worse because I thought he was my friend. I wasn’t sure. But I did know that I didn’t have any other options here. I was on the run, all alone, with no money and no place to stay. Axel was the only friend I thought I could turn to, but he hadn’t turned out to be much of a friend.

  I needed to toughen up. The world wasn’t a bed of roses, or—if it was—they had thorns. This was about my survival here. This was about doing what I had to in order to take care of myself.

  I reached back and undid the hooks on my bra. I slid the straps over my arms. I let it drop.

  Axel smiled. “That wasn’t so difficult, was it?”

  The air felt cold. I watched as my skin reacted, my nipples tightening. Under his gaze, I felt exposed and cheap. I lifted my chin. Damned if I was going to let it show.

  * * *

  Sheena was pressed up against my back, writhing against me as she undid the hooks on the front of my corset. A group of men had gathered around the stage, whooping at the two of us. Axel had been right. Girls taking each other’s corsets off was a big draw. I did my best not to roll my eyes, to pretend like I was enjoying this. After all, I needed the damned money.

  Her fingers were deft and quick. She’d had some practice with this. And the corset took so damned long to get off that even moving fast, it still seemed like a long, drawn-out seduction.

  At the edge of the stage, the gathered men were already stuffing dollar bills in our garters.

  Sheena smiled at them, and I tried to as well.

  But it was hard for me, like always. I had thought that I’d be good at a job like this. That I’d enjoy the attention. But there was something in their eyes that I didn’t like, and I didn’t know how much longer I was going to be able to handle it. They looked at me like I wasn’t real. Like I wasn’t really flesh and blood. It bothered me.

  Sheena pulled apart the last of my hooks, opening my corset. She moved away from me and let me slowly remove it, mugging for more money from the men at the front of the stage, now that I was down to my thong, garter belt, and stockings.

  I would have my own slow, seductive dance here, and then I’d help Sheena take off her corset. She faded over to another pole while I crouched down to shake my bare breasts in the faces of the customers.

  More money got shoved into my garter. I tried not to look them in the eyes as I did it. I focused on their foreheads instead. I didn’t want to see their expressions.

  So, I didn’t recognize him when he grabbed me by the wrists and yanked me off the stage.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  I cried out.

  Then I saw his face.

  Griffin.

  Heck, maybe not recognizing him had nothing to do with looking at his forehead. I don’t know if I would have anyway. His hair had grown out a bit. There was a shaggy half-inch all over his head. He hadn’t bothered to shave either, and he had a jagged looking mustache and beard as well. His gray eyes were glassy, and he didn’t seem steady on his feet.

  “What are you doing?” he said. There was a slur in his voice. He was drunk.

  By this time, two of the bouncers in the club had approached the two of us. One wrapped his arms around Griffin in a bear hug. The other got in his face. “You can’t do that, sir.”

  “We’re going to have to escort you out,” said the bouncer holding Griffin’s arms down.

  Griffin shifted on his feet, crouched, and, in a blur of movement, freed himself from the bouncer, tumbling the guy onto his back.

  The other bouncer moved forward, but Griffin drove his fist into the man’s face.

  He grabbed me by the arm. “Come with me.” His fingers dug into me painfully. I had no choice but to let him drag me along.

  We were met in the lobby by three more bouncers, led by Axel.

  “Let go of her,” said Axel, raising his chin arrogantly. I rolled my eyes. Still trying to be Prince Charming, after everything.

  Griffin did let go of me. He lifted his fists and charged at the first bouncer.

  Axel hurried over to me. “Leigh, are you all right?” He threw his arms around me.

  I pushed him away. I was half-naked. “Don’t touch me.”

  Griffin had knocked the first guy out.

  He was jamming an elbow into the face of the next guy and aiming a kick for the third.

  “Stop!” I yelled.

  No one listened.

  Griffin’s elbow collided with the bouncer’s face. He started bleeding.

  “I know him,” I said. “I’ll go with him. Just stop it.”

  The third bouncer backed off.


  Griffin inclined his head, stepped over the knocked-out bouncer, and came for me.

  “You can’t just leave,” said Axel to me.

  “Why not?” I said.

  “Because you haven’t paid me back for buying you all those corsets and heels and tights,” said Axel. He put his arm around my waist. “Now, come back inside, and get back on stage—”

  “Don’t touch her,” said Griffin, ripping me away from Axel.

  “Leigh,” said Axel, “if you leave here, you can forget about this job. I won’t help you anymore.”

  “I...” I looked at Griffin.

  He was wearing a black hoodie. He pulled it off and draped it over my shoulders. “Come on.”

  “Sorry,” I said to Axel. I followed Griffin outside, clumsily trying to zip up the hoodie to cover myself.

  Griffin could hardly walk straight. He stumbled into buildings as he yanked me down the street. I had no idea how he’d fought all those guys so effectively when he was clearly hammered. We walked for a block until we were past the club. My high heels made loud noises on the sidewalk. The air was cold, and I was barely dressed.

  Then he grabbed me by the shoulders and slammed me up against a brick wall. “What the hell, Leigh?”

  “Ouch,” I said.

  “You were stripping.”

  “The money you gave me got stolen by a pick pocket,” I said. “It was my best option.”

  He laughed, and it was a bitter rattle. “Selling your body was your best option.”

  “It’s not like I was a prostitute or something,” I said. “I only took off my clothes.”

  “Only took off your clothes? Are you listening to yourself? Don’t you have any respect for yourself at all? I’m away from you for a week, and this is where I find you?”

  I glared at him. “You shouldn’t have left me.”

  He turned away from me. “I had to leave you.” He rummaged in his pocket until he came out with his wallet. He took all of the money out of it and pressed it into my hand. “Don’t let it get stolen this time.” He staggered down the sidewalk, away from me.

  What? He was just leaving? I went after him. “You’re not one to be on a high horse. What were you doing in a strip club, anyway?”