by York, Marie
I was here to do a job, and make enough money to keep me and my sister off the streets.
“Maybe it’ll help if you know mine. I’m Knox.”
“I know who you are.” Who didn’t? He was a big deal in these parts. My boss bet a fucking fortune on him on his latest fight. I hadn’t watched it since it wasn’t my thing, but I was surprised he didn’t have a single mark on his gorgeous face. I guess there was a reason he was undefeated.
“Well, that isn’t fair. Now you have to tell me.”
“Why do you even want to know?”
“Because something tells me that the woman behind this character you’re playing, is much more interesting.”
I laughed. “You have no idea.”
I tapped on the door and Sergio opened it, eyeing Knox. “Is there a problem?” he asked.
“Nope,” I said with a smile. “Just finished, that’s all.” I glanced over my shoulder to Knox. “Have a good night, handsome.” With another wink, I walked out of the backroom, leaving Knox to believe whatever he wanted.
Chrissy came up to me as I made my way backstage. She was perky twenty-four seven, and I always wondered if she was naturally like that or if it was a side effect from some good drugs. “How’d it go?” she asked.
She was a stripper with a dream of finding a man to take care of her. Hoping that one day her Prince Charming would stumble in here and they would share one look, sealing their futures together. I wasn’t that naïve. I knew a guy wasn’t the answer to my prayers.
“I gave him exactly what he paid for.”
“You could have gotten his number,” she stated like I was blind to the fact. “He was hot, and totally digging you. You should have went for it.”
“Why? No offense, Chrissy, but we’re strippers. If guys wanted the real deal, they wouldn’t be in here. They come here to escape real life.” Her blue eyes went wide, and she looked like a wounded puppy. Dammit. Just because I refused to live in a fairy tale didn’t mean I had to ruin it for her. I rested a sympathetic hand on her shoulder. “I didn’t mean that,” I tried to reciprocate, but it was already too late. The damage was done.
Chrissy straightened, and let out an agitated breath. “No, you did, but it’s okay.” She looked up smiling. “I’m getting used to you being a bitter bitch.”
She was clearly joking, and we both laughed, but, after she walked away, I couldn’t let the words go because, joke or not, she was right.
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Making You Fall in Love One Bad Boy At A Time.
Marie York works the corporate circuit by day but come nightfall transforms into a steamy writer. She loves the city life and a good cocktail.
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