Confessions of an Alli Cat (27 page)

One corner of his mouth twitches.  His expression, his body language is rife with challenge. 

I realize he doesn’t think I’ll do it.  No one probably does.

And that’s exactly why I will.

Letting the beat of the music relax my tense muscles, I plaster on a smile as I reach forward to tug Hot Hulk’s shirt from the waistband of his pants.

CHAPTER TWO- Cash

Damn, she’s beautiful!

Between this girl’s black hair, her bright probably-green eyes, her banging little body and the way she seems a tiny bit shy, I’m wishing we were alone in this room together.

Her smile doesn’t leave her lips as she runs her hands around my waist, untucking my shirt.  When it’s free, she starts to pull it up.

But then she pauses.  For a split second, I see her hesitate.  She’s trying not to show that she’s unsure of herself, of what she’s doing.

I stare down into those liquid eyes.  I don’t want her to stop.  I want to feel her hands on my skin.  So I taunt her, hoping to feed the feline that I’d be willing to bet is buried somewhere down deep. 

“Oh, come on.  Is that all you got?” I whisper.

Her eyes bore into mine and I hold my breath, waiting to see which side will win.  In fascination, I watch as the balance of power shifts and the change is reflected in her eyes.  They get a little brighter, a little feistier.  I’ve never actually
seen
someone muster courage.  Determination.  Something in this girl refuses to give in, to back down.  She’s rising to the challenge.  And it’s hot as hell. 

She keeps her eyes on mine as she starts to pull up my shirt.  She leans in closer and I get a whiff of her perfume.  It’s sweet and a little musky.  Sexy.  Just like her.

She has to plaster her body to mine and stretch up on her tiptoes to get my shirt over my head.  I can feel her breasts pushing against my chest.  I could make the task easier for her.  But I don’t.  I like the feel of her rubbing against me.  There’s no way I’m ruining that.

Once she has my shirt off, she backs up and looks me over. She’s shy about it.  That much is obvious.  It’s like she wants to look, but she’s a little embarrassed to, which actually makes it more of a turn on for some reason.  I’m sure every other eye in the room is watching me, watching
us
, but hers are the only ones I can feel.  They’re like tongues of fire, licking my skin.  They’re searing and tangible.  Or at least they feel that way to me.

I take a deep breath and her eyes drop to my stomach.  Then they flicker down a little further.  She stares longer than she should, but not nearly as long as I want her to.  I start to get hard. 

Her eyes widen and her lips fall open just enough for her tongue to sneak out and wet them.  I have to grit my teeth to keep from pulling her to me and kissing that lush little mouth of hers.

Light pours into the room. It’s just enough to break the spell. 

I hear a man’s voice.  A very pissed-off man’s voice.

“Dude, what the hell?” It’s Jason.  I know why he’s angry.

It’s not easy to tear my eyes away from hers.  There’s a shy, reluctant excitement in them that makes me want to see how far I can push her.  But I don’t.  Push her, that is.  Instead, I look away, turning my head to glance first at Jason and then at the room of salivating females.  The jig is up.

Damn.  That was shaping up to be quite a diversion.

I smile into the group of faces riveted on me.  “Ladies, this is Jason.  He’ll be entertaining you tonight.”

All eyes turn to Jason as he closes the door and moves around me.  I look at the girl that’s holding my shirt.  She’s perplexed.  And for good reason.

“What do you mean, he’ll be entertaining us?” she asks, turning her confused eyes on me. 

I don’t answer her right away.  I know she’ll figure it out soon enough. 

She looks over at Jason, trying to piece together what just happened.

“Now, which one of you beautiful women is the bride-to-be?” Jason asks.

I see it the instant understanding dawns.  Her eyes widen again and, even in the low light, I see her cheeks turn red. 

She looks back to me and frowns.

“If he’s the stripper, then who are you?”

“I’m Cash Davenport.  I own the club.”

For more information or to purchase Down to You, visit me at my website,
http://mleightonbooks.blogspot.com