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“You’re going to help me, aren’t you?” Damon smiled. “If you do, please don’t try to run your business at the same time. You’ll wear yourself out.”

Regan laughed, and her green eyes sparkled. “I won’t, and yes, I’m going to help you.”

Damon grinned as he opened his menu.
This is going to be a thrill ride
. “What are you in the mood for?” he asked as he studied his menu halfheartedly.

Regan followed and glanced at her menu. “I’m not picky.”

That was a first for Damon, a woman who wasn’t picky. “Me personally, I love beef, so I’ll be having the steak.”

Regan looked over the menu a moment longer then laid it down. “Sounds great. I love steak.”

Damon smiled. He also loved a woman with a good appetite. And one that loved steak,
huh
, he was in heaven.

The waiter poured them a glass of wine, and Damon fought his still-trembling hands. It had been quite a long time since he’d been out on a date, and even longer since the woman was as hot as the one sitting across from him.

She watched him bring his glass to his lips, wetting her own.
Mmm.
He loved subtle cues. For him, they were sexy. He winked, making her giggle. That sound was music to his ears. They exchanged glances and smiled while sipping their wine. Damon liked to think they were communicating without the use of words. Were words necessary anyway?

“You’re smiling. Penny for your thoughts.” Damon grinned.

Regan blushed and twisted her napkin with her hands nervously. “I was just thinking how lovely this restaurant is. Do you come here much?”

Damon laughed. “No, first time.” She was a terrible liar. If he was a betting man, and he was, he’d bet she was thinking as much of him as he was of her. Hopefully her thoughts included tangling between silk sheets.

“Oh, well the hostess didn’t even ask my name. She knew who I was and said you were waiting, so I just assumed you were a regular.”

“Nope, I told the hostess I was waiting for a hot brunette.” He winked.

Regan choked on her wine and lightly coughed.

“Are you all right? I’m correct you know. You
are
hot.”

“Thanks, but that was unexpected. I, uh, feel really silly all of a sudden.” Regan grinned and avoided eye contact for a moment.

“Must be the wine,” Damon drawled as he looked intently into her green eyes, liking what he saw in front of him. The woman was absolutely clueless about how she looked.

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” Regan agreed, looking back at him.

Damon needed some sort of distraction to keep his mind from imagining how she’d look out of that dress. He cursed himself for being so one-track-minded. It wasn’t very gentlemanly to undress a woman at the dinner table.

After dinner, Regan looked relieved. He hoped it was because of her nerves getting the better of her, and not because she couldn’t wait to get away. Surely not, he thought, remembering her cute giggles and grins. Regan was as attracted to him as he was her. It occurred to him that maybe the plan was bothering her. He hadn’t stopped to think about it from her perspective. Maybe she only agreed because she was attracted to him and hadn’t thought it through fully. He began to feel like a complete jackass. What kind of man asks a woman to apply for a job in a strip club anyway?
I’m such a prick.

“I was thinking…maybe this isn’t such a good idea,” Damon paused.

Regan’s smile fell, and she looked down at the sidewalk beneath her feet. “Oh, okay. Yeah, I’m probably not the best applicant for the job.”

He laughed and looked embarrassed as he stroked his jaw thoughtfully. “I have asked too much of you. It wasn’t right of me to do that, but you are most definitely the perfect applicant.”

Regan exhaled and started to giggle. “No, it’s fine, really. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous, but I’d also be lying if I said that it didn’t sound like one heck of a fun adventure…and besides, I’m partly to blame.”

“I was wrong to ask that…damn, I’m not good at apologies,” Damon confessed as he looked at Regan. He was offering her an out in case she changed her mind, but she didn’t seem to be wavering. Now he had to find a way to be around her for the next week without seeming like a lovesick puppy.

“It’s obvious you need to find out about this woman and for good reason, and I’m here to help, so what do we do now?” Regan grabbed his arm and looped hers through it, giving him a reassuring smile.

They began to walk to his truck, and Damon abruptly stopped and turned to face her. “You’re great. Thank you,” he said, then grabbed her shoulders and kissed her unexpectedly.

Regan let out a small squeal as their kiss flamed. She placed her hands on his chest and moved closer, allowing him entrance.

Damon slowly ended their kiss and looked into her eyes that fluttered open. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.” His eyes searched hers for any indication that he was wrong to do so. Instead he was blessed to see her eyes glimmer as they looked back at him and a smile stretch across her face.
Whew
.

“No apology necessary,” Regan said, wobbling as she stepped back. “So what now?”

“I guess you better see the club,” he said, opening the door to his truck for her, and she slipped in as ladylike as possible in her short dress. “I want you to see what you are getting yourself into.” He shut the door and walked around. He’d like her to get
into
his bed, but first things first.

Damon slid in and smiled. Watching Regan shift in her seat and wring her nervous hands together was priceless. She seemed to have it all, good looks, brains, killer smile, and eyes he could stare at for hours. Even if she changed her mind, and he was sure she would, he wanted to see her again.

A smile stayed on Damon’s lips as he drove. He wanted to continue what he started, and so did his cock which was trying to poke out of his trousers. What an idiot, he thought to himself. He was semi-erect throughout dinner, and now it was so hard it hurt just from kissing her. If she hadn’t been so blissfully unaware of her appeal, she might not have affected him so much. But when she let a moan escape he nearly lost it, and not in a good way. He was sure that could have been very embarrassing.

“So, this club, is it very big?” Regan said, breaking the silence. “Honey, I don’t think big covers it!” Damon winked.

Regan coughed, alerting to the fact she was no longer thinking about the size of the club, and Damon laughed, just watching her face turn various shades of red. This was fun.

“Sorry, I got distracted,” Regan admitted and tried to look out the window.

“If you say so.”

Minutes passed by as Damon drove. Regan was avoiding eye contact with him, and he had to smile about that. She was just adorable.

“So this woman, what’s her name, anyway? I forgot, but it seemed so silly when I sent the flowers.” Regan finally spoke again.

Damon rolled his eyes and chuckled, “Luscious Cherry.”

“Right, now I remember…it seems just as silly now.”

“Her real name is Shay Reynolds,” Damon added as he flipped on his turn signal.

“Have you met her or been around her very much? I mean, it seems like something tipped you off.”

“No, never met her. I was too pissed off when Drew told me he was in love with a stripper that I have stayed pretty scarce when she has been around. She may be an okay person, don’t know.”

Regan didn’t respond right away, and looked deep in thought. “So why the worry?” she asked, looking at him with questioning eyes.

“Look, he proposed to her in less than six months! Can a person really know another person that well in six months or fall in love at first sight?” He shook his head as he parked.

Pink neon flashed through the cab of the truck. The light thump of bass could be felt vibrating around them. The lot was packed with high-end cars and SUVs.

“I can’t really say. I wish I knew. Some believe in love at first sight, but I don’t know if that’s real or not,” Regan said while looking around.

“Do you think it’s possible?” Damon asked while he shut off the truck.

“Maybe,” Regan said, and shrugged.

“Oh, I got you something else,” Damon said, reaching behind his seat.

“No, I don’t need you to do that for me, really,” Regan pleaded, uneasy about accepting gifts.

“You’ll thank me for this. It’s a disguise!” Damon pulled a long blonde-haired wig out of a bag. “We wouldn’t want anyone to recognize you, now would we?”

“I hadn’t given that any thought, but you’re right. I would hate to run into a customer. That might not be good for business.” She laughed. “Or it could be great for business!”

“Let’s not find out.” He paused and looked at Regan and smiled. “I really appreciate your help, but if you decide not to go through with the plan, I’ll understand.”

Regan pulled her hair back and grabbed the wig out of his hands. “Let’s go see this Luscious Cherry.”

When they walked through the door of the club, Regan looked floored. Lights twinkled and strobes flashed. The place was upscale with plush seating, various bars, and intimate coves. The bass thrummed and rippled through the air. Electric sex buzzed all around them, and scantily clad women strutted from table to table. Some were waiting tables while others worked to lure men to upstairs rooms for private lap dances and bigger money.

A main stage sat in the middle of the club while smaller stripper poles with dancers were here and there around the club. Sex was for sale everywhere without the sex. There was a no-touch policy, and for the life of him, Damon couldn’t understand why any man would put himself through the hassle. Whatever, to each their own, he thought. It wasn’t his type of place. Just then a petite brunette caught their attention. She straddled a man at a table and began to grind against his obviously hard cock. The man was enjoying himself, that was for sure. His smile was a country mile wide, and Damon could tell he fought to resist the urge to touch her and feel her.

Regan stood in a stupor with her eyes fixed on the scene. Damon squeezed her hand and pulled her along as her eyes became as big as saucers watching a man take a shot glass with his mouth from the cleavage of a stripper. A table roared with cheers when their buddy downed the shot and spit the shot glass into his hand.

Regan stumbled, and Damon steadied her.

They sat down in a cozy booth toward the back of the club. The light was dim, and thank goodness for that. Damon thanked his lucky stars. He didn’t want to be recognized. His father wouldn’t be happy if the press caught wind of the senator’s son hanging out in strip clubs.

“What do you think?” Damon watched her face intently, wondering what was going on inside her head.

“I’m just—wow, this is wild!” She looked around the club, taking in all the action with an astonished look on her face.

Damon chuckled and ordered drinks while Regan’s eyes traveled around the club, excitement flickering. He could just watch her in wonder all night and never get bored. It was amusing and enjoyable as hell. This was so far beyond her norm, and he relished in watching her take it in and absorb it.

 

* * * *

 

The waitress came back with two drinks and set them down. While Damon pulled out his wallet, Regan smiled as she looked at the woman who wore little more that a G-string under a sheer skirt and a teeny bikini top. She had a diamond stud in her belly button that was actually cute on her tight stomach.

“Thanks, baby!” The waitress smiled and poked the cash in a box on her tray and strutted away.

“What’s this?” Regan pointed at her drink.

Damon smiled and licked his lips slowly and purposefully. His teeth lightly bit into his bottom lip seductively. “Sex on the beach, you should try it. You’ll like it.”

There was a loaded answer if she ever heard one but cute coming from his lips. Regan put the straw to her lips and lightly sucked, a stunt Damon didn’t miss as he shifted in his seat and groaned. She liked that she was driving him as wild as he was her. She was beginning to think the control was totally one-sided. For some reason she just felt sexy and erotic. This was a new sensation, and she was enjoying it. More than likely the cause was the eroticism that floated in the air of the club. Pheromones were hanging in the air like a thick fog clouding everyone’s vision, turning the meek to wild.

It was intoxicating. The more she watched the playful scenes around her, the more she liked it. Her heartbeat began to match the steady thump of the music that vibrated around her, and she felt her thighs finally relax.

Damon didn’t bother to watch the dancers or any woman in the club for that matter. Every time she glanced his way, he was watching her. She felt like she was under a microscope. More than likely, it was obvious that she’d never been inside a strip club before, and looked like a teenage boy flipping through his first nudie magazine.

The neon lights and strobes flickered through the club, making everything look hot and sexy. She grabbed a napkin to dry her sweaty palms. Damon had a cute grin on his face as he sucked the straw in his drink. Damn, his lips looked luscious. She wanted to kiss them again. Revisiting the kiss he gave her outside the restaurant made her hot in all regions. She moved a little, feeling the slick moisture collect in her panties.
Whew, is it hot in here?

BOOK: Damon [The Texas Senator's Sons 1] (Siren Publishing Classic)
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