me.”
He sent her a considering shrug, then took off as the light turned
green. “Like who?”
“The kid who barged through the crowd tonight to kiss me. Peter. I
don‟t even know his last name. He started coming around about six months
ago. Real regular. Daddy is rich, and he drops a lot of money at the club.
Seems to think that entitles him to special perks.”
“You‟ve advised him otherwise?” Even Luc‟s voice was dangerously
tense.
“Absolutely. Tyler has made it perfectly clear as well. We‟ve kicked him
out, let him know his advances aren‟t welcome. But nothing fazes this kid.”
Luc gripped the steering wheel even tighter. “He ever call you a
whore?”
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Alyssa shook her head. “He‟s usually real graphic about what he
wants—nasty, dirty shit—but has never resorted to name calling. That‟s
Councilman Primpton‟s speed.”
“A city councilman? An elected official calling you a whore?”
How naïve was Luc? “Of course. His voting base is very conservative,
so if he shut Sexy Sirens down, he‟d be their hero. Even some middle-ofthe-road folks would be thrilled to see me go. That‟s been Primpton‟s
mission since he got elected eighteen months ago. The attempts started
small, but with his reelection coming up, he‟s been applying more
pressure.”
“How?”
“Protesting in front of the club, scathing editorials in the local paper
about the den of sin in the city‟s backyard and the „trash‟ who runs it.
Recently, he collaborated with a reporter to wear a wire and solicit me for
sex.” She snorted. “I can shove a lot of four-letter words into „no.‟ ”
Finally, they pulled up in front of her house. She hopped out and
motioned for him to wait in the car. Juggling her keys, she unlocked the
front door, unset the alarm, then ran around to the garage door and hit the
button to open it. Luc drove in, then climbed out of the car, duffel bag in
hand. He looked tense and nervous.
“I thought it would be better if you parked in the garage. Don‟t want
anyone vandalizing your SUV or wagging their tongues. Come in.”
He nodded, his stare glued to her. Alyssa closed the garage door
behind them. She‟d give anything to know what Luc was thinking. His tense
demeanor and unflagging erection told her it was probably ways to avoid
having the sex with her he knew he shouldn‟t want but desperately did. And
after tonight‟s interrogation, she was in the mood to make him suffer.
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Chapter Three
L UC shut the bedroom door behind him, breathing hard. It wasn‟t the
climb up Alyssa‟s stairs that caused his respiratory distress; it was watching
her in front of him. The short black skirt that hugged her ass. Those sexy
red garters he had a flash of now and then. The hint of her bare cheeks
visible with every step.
Damn it, he wanted to fuck her so badly he could hardly see straight.
But messing with Alyssa was like dabbling in recreational drugs—stupid
and potentially addicting.
Last week, he‟d had his third date with Emily, a first-grade teacher at
the local elementary school in Tyler, Texas. It had gone well. Sweet, hazeleyed, and dimpled, she liked country music, couldn‟t stand profanity, and
had great relationships with her family and pastor. A perfect wife. A perfect
stay-at-home mother, just like his own. That‟s what he wanted. He needed
to stay focused on her—and stay away from Alyssa this week.
Then never see the sexy stripper again.
Once inside Alyssa‟s guest room, he drew his cell from his pocket and
thumbed his way down his contact list. Emily‟s name was there. He
desperately needed the fortification of hearing her sweet, high-pitched
voice, but it would be rude to wake her up at four thirty in the morning.
She‟d ask questions he couldn‟t answer. Instead of turning the
conversation toward her school kids or her activities with the church, Luc
feared what he‟d say. Alyssa had