5 Nights (Sinful Delights Romance - Boxed Set) (3 page)

“Unless you want to walk out on the stage in the club.”

No way
!  I wasn’t even sure I could take it off in the privacy of this room.  I shook my head no, and took a deep breath.  If I couldn’t do this in front of him, there was no way I was going to have the nerve to do it out there.  My hands trembled as I reached for the hem of my uniform shirt.  I managed to pull my top off and then fumbled as I slid off my shorts.

“Baby, looking at me like you’re about to hurl is not a big turn on.”

His chuckle wasn’t helping my confidence.  I glared at his perfect body.  His strong arms crossed over his chest and made my legs tremble at the sight of him.  I was determined to show him I could do this.

A few more deep breaths and I reached up to release the clasp on my bra.  Daring him to laugh at me, I threw it at his gorgeous face with a glare in my eyes.  He was the first man to ever see my breasts.  I felt a little unsure because he didn’t look that impressed.

I had decent breasts.  And they were real.  Granted they were only a size B, but they were perky and my nipples were pink tipped.  I thought they were pretty.  I managed to slide my panties off, but my bravado was pretty much gone with that action.

Sin stood up and walked over to me and I thought my heart was going to stop.  Biting my lip, I forced myself to remain still as he looked me over.  He walked around my body, and my face flamed knowing he was looking at me from every angle.

“You’re sexy as hell, but we need to work on the presentation.” 

I was shivering like crazy and it had nothing to do with the cool air in the room.  I couldn’t believe I was standing here naked in front of Sin.  If my body was any tenser I’m sure it would have snapped.  “How can I do that?”

He continued to circle me.  I was reminded of a wolf stalking his prey. Needless to say it didn’t do much for my nerves.  Fisting my hands into balls by my side, I waited for him to finish his inspection.

“I’m going to teach you.”

The way he said those words should have freaked me out.  It was like him claiming me as his toy, I don’t know how else to explain it.  The deep growl of his voice was more of a command, not a question. 

“You’re going to make us both a shitload of money.  The presentation needs to be just right.  What’s your schedule look like?”

I was going to be tutored by Sin.  Just thinking that thought made me feel a whole slew of emotions.  The main one being that I was willing to learn anything he taught.  Yeah that thought was shocking.  “I have classes Monday through Wednesday and then the school store after.  I’m usually done by six.”

“We can work with that.  You’ll be at my place from seven to ten on the nights you’re not working here.” He walked back over to the desk and scribbled his address on back of one of the club cards.  “This is where you’ll come, we’ll start Monday night.”

“My car is shot.  That’s why I need the extra money.”  I didn’t like airing my problems to him, but looking at that address I knew I could make it to his house.  I was standing there in the nude having a conversation!  Realizing that, I began putting my clothes back on.

It was easy to forget everything but Sin when he was in the room.  The man demanded your attention. 

“I’ll give you a loaner until we get you some cash flowing.”  He nodded his head, appearing to think for a minute.  “Just don’t fucking wreck it, I happen to like this car.”

He was loaning me a car?  What was I supposed to say to that?  I didn’t have much of a choice if he was going to be my tutor.  “I’ll pay you back.”

He shrugged his massive shoulders.  “Just keep the shit in driving condition, all I ask.”  Turning his expressive blue eyes to a clock on the wall for a moment, he turned back to me.  “We have a few hours before the place gets packed, let’s go pick it up now.”

There was no time to argue.  His long legged walk had him going toward the door and I had to keep up.  I quickly told Kera I’d be back soon and that I’d explain later.  The look in her eyes seemed to be saying
sure you will
. 

Deciding I could set her straight later, I followed Sin out to the parking lot.  I was shocked that he was driving a BMW.  He didn’t seem like the classy car kind of guy.  I was even more awed when he opened the passenger door for me.  I slid into the soft buttery leather seats, thinking there was a lot I probably didn’t know about him.

He drove without talking.  I’d come to the conclusion that he was a man of a few words.  I was more nervous than I wanted to think about, so the silence was working for me.  The house we pulled up in front of was another shocker for the day.  It was two stories and belonged to someone who had serious money. 

He pressed a button on his key chain and a garage door opened.  The red sports car sitting beside the empty space couldn’t be the car he was going to loan me.  The only other transportation there was a large motorcycle. There was no way I could drive something that
expensive, and me on a bike?  That was almost laughable.  I didn’t know a lot about cars, but I knew the Jag logo had to make it more than I could afford.

He stepped out of the car and opened my door.  “The keys are inside.  You can follow me in.”

My head was spinning as I followed inside the well-kept home.  Another shock came as I glanced around at the décor.  Everything was polished steel or black, very modern and contemporary.  None of it fit with his bad boy attitude.  I’d expected some two room flat, not this elaborate setup.

“You’re house is nice.”  I wasn’t sure what to say, but that was about the lamest thing that could have slipped from my lips.

Shrugging as if it didn’t mean much, he walked over to the island bar.  “Its home.”  Picking up a set of keys off the bar, he turned to me.  “I’ll show you where we’ll be practicing.”  Without asking me, he walked down a long hall.

He stopped in front of a double-door room and opened them.  The studio that met my eyes was amazing.  There were poles but none of it looked like it belonged in a club.  It reminded me of a dance studio my mom had taken me too when I was still a kid.  “You train a lot of girls here?”

“You’re the first.” He noticed me taking inventory of the room.  I guess that’s why he gave me an explanation.  “I used to dance.”

The way he said the words let me know there was a story there that he wasn’t willing to share.  Sin was a dancer?  I couldn’t imagine the huge Adonis before me being that light on his feet.  When I thought of male dancers I thought of ballerina’s.  They definitely weren’t six foot five inches of muscle clad strength like Sin.

“Ballet?”  I knew it was a stupid question, but I was curious.

Chuckling deeply he shook his long mane of blond hair.  “Male Review.  I was pretty good at what I did.”

I could see the ladies lining up to watch him strip, and my face burned for a moment.  “Is that how you made all your money?”  It was a crass question but I needed to get my mind out of the gutter.

“My mom left me an inheritance.” 

From the look on his face, that wasn’t a subject he planned on discussing, so I shut up.  “Must be nice.”

“Money isn’t everything.” He turned his icy blue eyes on me and I could see I said the wrong thing. 

“Unless you don’t have it.”  I lifted my chin, trying to attempt to be brave.  The truth was Sin scared the crap out of me when he gave me that look of his.  He just looked dangerous and on the verge of wanting to beat the crap out of someone.  It was an odd feeling, but that fear he made me feel?  It was somewhat of a turn on.

“Guess so.” He turned and walked out of the studio and I followed.  I wondered what it would be like if he spoke more than a few words a time.

He continued walking until we were in the garage again.  “Like I said, don’t fuck her up.” Tossing me the keys, I caught them mid-air.  It seemed like a wall had went up over him.  To be honest it hadn’t slipped that much, but I had noticed something vaguely different in his attitude with me since I confessed my need to dance.

“I promise I’ll take care of it like an unborn child.” I really should have turned down his offer, but I needed the ride.

“What does a virgin know about shit like that?”

The question came out of thin air and I stared at him.  “Wow, that’s not a very nice question.”  To be honest I was a little offended.

“Not a very nice guy.” He shrugged. 

I could have argued with him on that.  He was letting me borrow a car that cost more than I could make in a year.  “You seem alright to me.”  I figured it was safe to at least say that much.

“Don’t think I’m doing this to be nice.  If I didn’t think you could earn me a fucking boat load of cash, I wouldn’t bother.”

His face had turned to granite and I bit my lip. Obviously I’d hit a nerve somehow.  I wasn’t sure what I’d said that was so wrong though.  “Thanks just the same.”  I tried to keep the hurt out of my voice.

A muscle ticked in his firm jaw and I wished I knew what he was thinking.  He nodded, and walked back to his car.  “I’ll see you back at the club. We’ll meet here tomorrow night.  Just be on time.”

He didn’t give me time to answer.  When he slid into his car, I decided if I didn’t want to get left behind I needed to hurry.  I was pretty sure I knew where we were, but I didn’t want to take the chance of getting lost. 
Riding in the Jaguar was amazing.  The thing was built for power and speed and I had to remind myself to take it slow.

Back at work I was quickly cornered by Luke.  “So did you lose the V card?”

I’d decided he really liked trying to make me blush, and unfortunately I couldn’t stop myself.  “No.  Not everyone thinks with their private parts!”

He threw back his head and laughed, causing several customers to look our way.  “Damn baby it’s called a dick.  I’d pay money to hear you say it.”

“Keep the shit off my time Luke,” Sin’s voice wiped the smile right off his face and I was pleased that he stood up for me.

“Besides, I prefer cock,” with a smirk, Sin winked at me and walked back to his office.

So much for helping me out. My face was even hotter than it was before.  Stomping off to the bar, I ignored Luke’s chuckle.  The rest of the night was so busy there was no time to do anything but work. 

I drove the new car home that night, and while the ride was incredible, I couldn’t help but worry about what
would happen Monday night.  I tried to watch the other girls dance earlier in the evening, but we were just so busy I didn’t get much of a chance.

chapter Four

Tutor

     My psychology class was dull for a change.  Usually it was one of my favorite courses.  Between that and that lack of customers at the school store, I was ready to scream in frustration by the time I made it back to my dorm room.  I quickly showered and shaved, then stepped out and rambled through my clothes. 
What did you wear to learn how to strip?

     Deciding on my yoga Capri’s and top, I quickly slid them on.  I told myself I wasn’t trying to impress Sin.  Not that it would do much good.  The man obviously didn’t find me appealing.  Again I wondered if he might be gay.  He didn’t pay attention to any of the other dancer’s either.

     Driving to his place, I decided it didn’t matter if he was gay or not.  I needed to earn the money to get a new car, and I had the opportunity if I paid attention to his lessons.  That didn’t stop my heart from falling into my stomach as I knocked on his door. 

He was talking on his cell when he opened the door, and I slid under his massive arm as he held it.  Doing some deep breath exercises, I hoped I could calm the nausea. 

He cupped his hand over the phone and spoke to me.  “Go on back to the studio, I’ll be done here in a minute.” He turned away and continued his conversation.

I made my way back to the studio, and walked inside.  I had no idea what I was supposed to do and my nervousness intensified more.  Did he expect me to strip and wait for him?  The thought of doing that made my stomach lurch, so I decided against it.  He could tell me what to do once he made it back here.

Lowering to the ground, I did some stretches. I couldn’t afford a gym membership, but I ran at least three times a week.  I knew the warm up would help with any movements he planned on teaching.

The stretches reminded me of the years my dad had coached me.  Before life had dealt us the raw hand, my dad had been my personal gymnastics instructor.  It seemed like a million years ago in my mind.  I could almost hear his voice telling me to work certain muscles.  From the time I was six years old until middle school, he’d worked with me to perfect my skills.

Sin walked in the room and I stopped mid-stretch.  Pulling my head out of the painful memories, I attempted to smile.

“Don’t stop.  I want you limber.”  Crossing his arms over his chest, he leaned against the wall and watched me.

I couldn’t look at him.  I continued my stretches and tried to pretend he wasn’t taking up so much space in the room.  I know it was stupid, but I just couldn’t think straight when he was around. 

“I think you’re good.  Let’s get started.” He was only wearing a pair of workout shorts, and it was the first time I got the full impression of how beautiful his body was.  I couldn’t keep my eyes away from that gorgeous, tanned, hairless chest.