Cut and Run by Jeff Abbott Read Free Book Online

Bellini.’
    He laughed but without humor. ‘I own the club. And if I want you to dance for me, then suck me off, sweetheart, that’s what
     you do.’
    She sat down, crossed her legs. ‘Actually, no, I don’t. And if you don’t pull your head out of your ass, sweetpea, you won’t
     have a club to play around in. Quit worrying about your dick. I told you you’re getting robbed blind and you’re worrying about
     whether or not you get a blow job tonight.’
    Paul shook his head and grinned. He’d have her arms broken in about five minutes. ‘What’s your name?’
    ‘Geekgirl.’
    ‘Your real name.’
    ‘Tasha Strong.’
    ‘You got a smart mouth, Tasha.’
    ‘I only use it for talking,’ she said.
    ‘So who’s robbing me?’ Amusement in his voice.
    ‘Frank Polo.’
    ‘Ah. For how much?’
    ‘Up to ten thousand a week.’
    Paul tongued his lip. ‘And how do you know this, Miss CPA?’
    ‘Most of the girls dancing in here, they’re sweet but not really planning their careers or futures. Like Robin. They’re now
     people. I’m a tomorrow kind of person. I keep my eyes open. I notice details. Like when I’m doing private dances in the suites
     for a bunch of drunk lawyers, Frank’s charging five grand on the credit card. But he’s reporting four grand on the books.
     That other thousand, it’s getting funneled into his pocket. That kind of money adds up real quick.’
    ‘You’re serious.’ Paul’s face grew hot.
    ‘I looked on his computer,’ she said. ‘Compared it to the credit slips I saw after my dances over the past month. I kept a
     little record in my head.’
    ‘Those files are supposed to be passworded,’ he said.
    ‘They are. It didn’t stop me.’ She shrugged. ‘His password is
groove
. That was a real toughie to figure out.’ She pointed to the CDs on her breasts. ‘I do the Geekgirl gig ’cause I used to work
     with computers.’
    ‘And now you’re a stripper?’
    ‘Job market’s better. And you got to follow your dreams.’ He couldn’t tell if she was being sarcastic. ‘Can I have a sip of
     your Scotch?’ she asked.
    Paul handed her the glass, watched her take a dainty sip, cradle the crystal in her hands. God, she was stunning. ‘You had
     a stray impulse to look at the books?’ he asked.
    ‘Paul – can I call you Paul?’
    ‘Yeah, sure.’ He had decided to wait on breaking her arms.
    ‘I figured I could.’ Tasha smiled. ‘With your daddy in such bad shape, your mind’s occupied. You don’t realize people around
     here are jockeying for positions. Seeing where they can take advantage of you. Seeing where they think you’re weak.’
    ‘I’m not weak.’
    ‘I didn’t say you were. I said where they think you’re weak.’ She rose, set the Scotch down next to him, eased herself down
     into his lap. ‘And the club is a weak point.’ She started to rub his temples slightly. His erection returned, full force,
     despite the talk of lost money, with this weird-irritating-beautiful woman sitting on his lap.
    ‘The club makes a fortune,’ he said.
    She squirmed ever so slightly against him. ‘Oh, it does. So it’s going to attract attention. You got every malecelebrity comes through Houston stopping off here. You got thousands being spent every night. You got the best-looking women
     in Texas dancing on your stage and doing private entertainments in the rooms.’ She kissed him once, feathery light, and when
     she pulled away he leaned a little toward her, wanting more. ‘But you got too much money being spent, too much being skimmed,
     too much sex being sold. It’s gonna … explode.’ She leaned down, kissed him again, let her tongue tease against his.
    ‘I shut the club down, you’ll be out of a job.’
    ‘Give me a new job,’ Tasha Strong said. ‘I’m gonna finish dancing for you. Then I’m gonna screw you good tonight. But because
     I want to. You try to give me money, I slap you into tomorrow. I like you. I like your smile.’ She