“Do you know how to give someone a lap dance?”

“That’s insulting that you even had to ask that. Of course I know how to give a lap dance, I know how to make a man cum just from the thrust of my hip against his crotch, but the two don’t compare. There is no way you can say giving a lap dance is just like pick-pocketing.”

“I wasn’t going to say that,” Blane stated, a little annoyed. “God, you talk too much sometimes.”

“Eh, it’s a fault of mine. At least I don’t go around slicing people’s necks or something like that or punching random people in the head. Although, the shock factor would be hilarious, because what person walking down the street would expect a fist to the old noggin? Not many, unless you’re a criminal; if you’re a criminal, you can pretty much expect a punch on a daily basis. Talking too much can almost be entertaining, so to call it a fault really isn’t that bad. You know?”

“You done?”

Blushing, I nodded and allowed him to continue.

“Like I was going to say, you can give Rex a lap dance at some point tonight and grab his phone then. He won’t know what’s happening, because he’ll be too distracted with you on top of him.”

I thought about it for a second and realized it was a good plan; there was only one problem.

“That’s a great idea and all, but do you really think Rex is going to allow my crotch anywhere near him after I practically told him my uterus was ripping itself apart?”

Blane cringed and shook his head. “Fuck, that is so nasty.”

“Hey! I’m not really on my period. I just said that to get out of being on stage tonight.”

“Can you not say period?”

“Such double standards! Guys can talk about snot rockets and jizzing all up in their pants, but I can’t talk about my monthly? Something I can’t help?”

“It’s not proper,” he smiled.

“Oh, fuck off,” I laughed. “But, seriously, I won’t be able to give him a lap dance. He wouldn’t want that, and I don’t feel comfortable giving Leo a lap dance. I think the world would blow up if I ever let the man touch me.”

“Fair enough. I would offer to give them a lap dance, but pretty sure that would go over just as well as your attempt.”

“You never know, you could probably work it just enough to entice them,” I wiggled my eyebrows.

“Yeah, I’m depressed here, but not that depressed; I still have my self-respect.” We both laughed while Blane rubbed his forehead with his fingers. “Did you really have to say you have your period?”

“Sorry, it was the only thing that came to my mind.”

“That’s really inconvenient. What if we get Eva involved?”

“You think we can trust her? Get real. These girls are so brainwashed it’s ridiculous.”

“No, what if we get her to give Rex a lap dance, and maybe you help her out? Wear something low cut tonight, and when she’s giving Rex a lap dance, maybe you go up behind him and you know, be all touchy and shit. Guys love girl on girl action.”

I was about to turn his idea down, but then I thought about it for a second. It would be pretty easy to grab his phone if he was busy with someone else.

“It would have to be Mercy. I’m pretty sure Rex wants nothing to do with Eva. If we have Mercy do it, Rex for sure wouldn’t pay attention.”

“You’re right,” Blane snapped his finger as he got excited. “While she is giving him a lap dance, you should play around with him a little, and then take his phone. Once you grab it, hand it off to me, because I will have some free time before my demonstration. You can handle the bar, right?”

“Pretty sure my middle name is liquor. Believe me, booze is my friend. I know how to handle a bar.”

“Right on, this should be easy then,” Blane said, with his heavy Australian accent making him that much more attractive. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Shaking my head and straightening, I said, “Nothing.”

Blane poked my side and said, “You were staring at me. You find me attractive.”

“Yeah, that’s if I enjoyed humping chicken cutlets,” I scoffed, avoiding all eye contact with his bulging muscles.

“Chicken cutlets? Wow, you hurt me,” he held his heart.

“You’re fine. I should get back out there. By the way Rex looks at Mercy, pretty sure he would blow early from whatever she was doing. So, we’re on for tonight?”

“We’re on, babe.”

“Don’t call me that,” I pointed at him.

A wicked grin spread across his face as he stood. “Got it, sweet cheeks.” He slapped my ass and walked out of the small room.

Fucking men.

Nerves ran through my body as I thought about finally taking control tonight. I would end everything tonight and then flee Rex’s house to go back to Jett. It would all be over tonight. Tomorrow night, I would be held tightly in Jett’s arms, that or being fucked sideways in the Bourbon Room, either way was appealing.

16

“Beg For It”

Jett

“A Mr. Black to see you,” Jeremy said, as he stepped inside my office.

“Please show him in,” I replied, as I got up to grab two glasses of bourbon for myself and Zane.

Last night, Zane let me know that everything had gone according to our plan, and set up a time to discuss the details with me today. I couldn’t be more eager about gathering the information from Zane, not just because I would be able to finally lock up the feud between myself, Rex, and my dad, but because it meant I would be able to take my Little One back. At least, I hoped she would want to come back.

I was still very sour about the whole situation, and I hated that she showed up with Rex, actually despised the whole notion of her being on his arm. After I got a light taste of her last night, it only made me crave her more. It was a slice of heaven that wasn’t guaranteed, which made me realize, even though she was with me in that moment, it didn’t mean she really wanted to be with me.

Goldie leaving me wouldn’t be the first time a woman had left me for Rex. The thought made me sick to my stomach. I wanted to convince myself she wanted to be with me and she wanted nothing to do with, Rex but there was always that nagging thought in the back of my mind that brought me back to the day Natasha left. It happened once; it sure as hell could happen again.

The door to my office opened and Zane Black walked in, wearing a black suit with a white button-up shirt that was undone at the top. The man exuded confidence, but wasn’t too cocky about it, something I respected about him.

“Z, it’s nice to see you,” I greeted, while handing him a glass of my favorite bourbon.

“Jett, always a pleasure,” he tilted the glass toward me and took a sip.

“Please, sit down.”

We both sat down in the seating area of my office, offering a more relaxed environment.

“I sent you an email with all the data and evidence I was able to collect,” Zane started off. “Have you received it?”

“I have, but haven’t had a chance to look at it quite yet. I thought I would allow you to tell me everything. I plan on sending it off to my detective friend and giving him a call once we finish our meeting.”

“I’m sure your friend will be excited. You were right about the phone, Rex collected it right before I walked through the doors. The man knows he’s conducting illegal business and is doing everything in his power to make sure he’s not caught.”

“Did the watch work out alright?” I asked.

“Perfectly. I was able to record everything Rex said and take some pictures. Some of the things on there are a bit graphic because, I’ll be honest, what Rex has going on in there is rather indecent. I won’t go too far into it, but the main reason he is able to keep staff on board is because he’s blackmailing them all. The employees look depressed, lifeless actually.”

Thoughts of Goldie ran through my mind, and I wondered if she was one of the ones Zane saw. She and Rex were late to the event last night, so it did cross my mind that Zane might have seen Goldie, but I refused to ask; I didn’t want to drag Zane into that aspect of my life.