Vincent (20 page)

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Today Is My Motherfucking Birthday

“Sadie, are you being freaking serious?” Lake looked at the black panties instead of her regular booty shorts.

Sadie arched her brow. “Well, when I told you to wear them like I did five seconds ago, that was me being serious.”

But … but!
“But, why? You’ve never made me wear them before.”

“Is an inch or two more of your ass being shown really that big of a deal?” She put her hand on her hip, making her tits pop out like they always did.

Lake furiously nodded. “Yes, yes, to them it is.”

“And that’s exactly why you are going to wear them, honey. Now, hurry up and get dressed. I can’t wait to see fucking playbo…” Sadie’s voice trailed off as she practically skipped to go get dressed herself.

Is getting away with murder hard? I’m sure Vincent would cover it up. Maybe he will even help me…

Lake got dressed in a lace, hot-pink corset, which was semi see-through until it got to the cups of the boobs.
Thank God.
Putting on the panties and her black stockings trimmed in lace, she then looked in the mirror. She didn’t think she looked very innocent right then. There were no bows or ruffles, only sexy lace making her feel as self-conscious as she had the very first day she had worked there.

She was getting confused.
I thought Sadie wanted me to look innocent.
That was her whole thing, right?

Sadie gave her ass a love tap when she was about to head out of the dressing room. “I’m strictly dickly, but I would totally switch teams for you.”

That’s comforting.

“Please, don’t make me do it.” Lake wasn’t above begging.

“Um, let me think.” Sadie tapped her chin. “Nope.”

All the air popped out of her like a balloon. “I will never forgive you for this.”

Sadie laughed at her. “Oh, honey, you will.”

Is it a full moon? Everyone is acting weird.
Lake bit her lip when Sadie pushed her past the curtain.

Nothing is different. You’re only revealing another inch, that’s all.

She headed toward her first table, which unfortunately had creepy David sitting there, waiting for her arrival.

David’s eyes scanned her body while he held out his card. “I want the top shelf only tonight, and don’t make me wait for that ass long.”

Lake forced a smile as she took the card and quickly got the other men’s orders. Running to the bar, she gave the bartender the request along with David’s card. Something about the man made her nervous. She didn’t like the way David’s eyes had looked.

Taking the drinks to the table, she poured his glass full of the best scotch.

He gave her a hundred dollar bill. “This is just the start.”

She took the money from his hands and did her little dance as she put it in her corset.
This is going to be a long night.

Going to her other tables when she managed to escape, she took all their orders before heading back to the bar when her hand was grabbed as she passed the restrooms. She was pulled inside before the door was closed behind her. She found herself pressed against the wall, staring at a man whose eyes wouldn’t quit rolling over her body.

She pushed at his chest. “Jesus Christ, Vincent! Are you trying to get me in trouble?”

He caught her fighting hands and put them behind her back, capturing her wrists within his strong grip. “You’re already in trouble, baby.”

Heat rose in her body as he managed to make her arch her back perfectly to display her mounds. She pressed her thighs together as the tingles traveled past the tops of her legs.

“I-I d-didn’t do anything.”

“You did when you decided to wear this.” His free hand ran up her body to rest over her throat, placing his thumb over her pulse.

She squeezed her eyes shut to match the pressure she had forced on her thighs. “Sadie made me wear—” Opening her eyes after she took a breath, she finished her explanation. “She’s going to kill me if I don’t get back out there.”

“I’m debating whether I should let you go back out there.”

She licked her dry lips. “Please?”

He never refused her when she asked nicely.

Vincent let his hand travel down from her neck and over her breasts before he let her go. “Remind me to thank Sadie after I kill her.”

Lake nervously laughed as she went to leave the bathroom. “I’d like to help.”

Taking a deep breath as she left, she saw Nero and Amo guarding the bathroom with a smirk on their faces.

“I will pay you two psychos back one day,” she told them as she passed.

They enjoy watching him take advantage of me too much.

Successfully making it to the bar that time, she ducked out of view and tried to calm her body.
Dammit, I hate him so fucking much.

The tension between them had risen every day they had spent together.
I’m no scientist, but I’m pretty sure it’s almost at a boiling point.
Vincent never made an attempt to hide his feelings, whereas Lake fought tooth and nail to mask hers, all up until he did that freaking pulse thing. Then she lost it every time.

She didn’t want to like Vincent. Hell, she should hate his freaking guts. He was a whore, an asshole, and a killer, she was sure. But damn if the past month hadn’t changed her opinion of him. She never once caught him looking at another girl even when half-naked ones were constantly in his view. She didn’t think he could have had the time to fuck any of them, either, with him constantly keeping tabs on her twenty-four-seven. Sure, he might still be an asshole, but he wasn’t to her. At least, not anymore. As for the killing thing… well, she didn’t think he’d had a whole bunch of time to do that, either.

Oh, my gosh. What is wrong with me?

*  *  *

Vincent was about to break his nose by squeezing it so hard. He couldn’t believe he had let her walk out of the bathroom like that, especially without a fucking consolation. The only reason he hadn’t kissed her was because it hadn’t been the time or place. He knew once he kissed her again, there wasn’t going to be any stopping, as he was damn sure he was going to bring it home.

He had gone a month without fucking while staring at her perfect ass and body in so many different fucking sexy outfits. Then, that day of all days, she had come out with her ass barely covered in nothing but lace. Her usual look of sexy but sweet was gone. The only thing on his mind was how the hell he planned to fuck her without hurting her.

Three days used to be too long without fucking, but a month? His dick was in constant hard mode, and he didn’t exactly know how he was going to last thirty seconds in her.
I’m going to fucking hurt myself before I hurt her.

Vincent left the bathroom once he had told his dark half to go back into hiding like he had every day for the past month.

“Do you know what the fuck she just said to us?” Amo told him when the bathroom door came open.

“What on Earth did she say to you
now
?” Vincent asked him, who constantly hated the many things Lake said to him.

“She just walked by without even looking at us and said, ‘I will pay you two psychos back one day.’” Amo tried to mimic her voice, making Vincent and Nero both crack up in laughter at his poor attempt.

“Don’t take her so fucking seriously, Amo,” Nero told him through his laughter.

Amo crossed his arms. “Yeah, right. I wouldn’t put anything past her. If she has enough fucking balls to face Dante and call us psychos, she has enough balls to do something to us. Today’s the last day, right? I can’t keep working every fucking day of my life just so you get to be the one to fuck her.”

Vincent didn’t want to tell them that Amo was right about Lake.

“Yes, today is the last day these fuckers get to look at her dressed like that, and you, too, motherfucker,” he growled at Amo.

Amo knew better than to remark about how he was going to miss that one part about her.

“Please tell me you finally fucking kissed her in there?” When Vincent didn’t reply, Amo shook his head. “Fuck, man, that’s just not healthy.”

“I’m going to have to agree at this point,” Nero added.

He looked over at Lake’s legs and ass while she leaned over the bar as she picked up her drinks. “Don’t worry; she’s on her last few hours of being a virgin after she walked out looking like that.”

“I’m fucking shocked you’re letting her work like that,” Nero said.

“You two let your women run all over you.” Amo looked over at him. “Don’t you see it, man? Lake’s got you wrapped around her fucking finger.”

He might admit—only in his head—that he had been letting her get off easy, but Lake was special and worth trying to win over, no matter how blue his balls became.

“I’m gonna fucking remind you of that one day,” Nero spat at Amo.

“I will, too,” Vincent threw at him, as well.

Looking at a gloating Sadie across the room, his blood started to boil. “Excuse me. I need to go see the little bitch who thought it would be funny to put Lake in that outfit.”

“That bitch is crazy and will pimp-slap the shit out of you.” Amo finally got to laugh with Nero that time.

“What are you going to do?” Nero snickered.

“As far as you two know, it’s my fucking birthday,” Vincent said, walking away.

It was time to pull his daddy card on that bitch.
Today is my motherfucking birthday.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

It Was Over When I Saw That Ninja Hand Of Yours Crawl Up Her Snatch

Lake was setting drinks down on the table when she noticed Sadie getting on the stage.
Jeez, I have to watch another grope session.
There were two birthdays just the day before, and she was pretty sure the pole dancers were getting tired of it.

“We’ve got a birthday boy. Come on up.” Sadie didn’t put much enthusiasm and sexiness in it like she usually did.

Lake practically shit a brick when Vincent got up on the stage.

Oh, fuck no. Oh, fuck no. Oh, fuck no. Oh, fuck no. Oh, fuck no. Oh, fuck no.

Sadie took his arm and nearly slammed him in the chair then practically bit her tongue while she talked. “Okay, honey, who’s it gonna be?”

She watched him scan the room until his eyes landed on her.
Oh, fuck no.

Vincent nodded toward her.

Lake stood frozen in time.
Fuck me.

Sadie came back over the microphone. “Lake, honey, come on up here.”

She could tell Sadie wasn’t any happier than her at the moment. Trying to remember to walk, she headed toward the stage but when she got to the step to enter it, she was sure she would faint
.

Shit, I can’t do this!
Sadie had taught her a few tricks in case she was ever picked.
But I was never supposed to be picked
!

“Let me help you, doll.” Amo grabbed her arm and pushed her up the stairs then onto the stage.

She looked back at his fucking smug face and gave him the look of death, promising him so much pain in the hopefully near future.

Slowly walking toward the chair, she wondered if it would be childish to refuse, but then she figured she would get fired and death would soon follow, anyway.

As she stood over Vincent, his eyes were full of hunger as he took her body in.

Sadie covered the microphone before she hastily whispered to him, “Keep those fucking hands to yourself, playboy.” Leaving the stage, she yelled, “Hit it!”

The room went pitch-black before a spotlight came on and music started pumping through the room.

Lake licked her dry lips, realizing it was show time whether she wanted it to be or not. She turned around to the dark room, unable to face his thirsty eyes until she hopefully grew more comfortable.

She tried to focus on the basic dance routine Sadie had showed her instead of the fact that everyone was watching her, and she was about to grind on Vincent.

The thought,
it’s just dancing, and I love to dance,
was how she managed to get her hips to move.

Shaking them, she started to slowly bend over until her ass was perfectly positioned in his face. Coming back up, she sat on his lap, rolling her hips over him as she leaned her back on his chest. She turned her head to the side so she could look at him then brought her arm back to run down the side of his face.

When Vincent’s more-than-pleased expression inched closer to her lips, Lake danced off his lap, feeling more confident.
I’m going to at least make this painful for him.

She turned to face him and sashayed down to a squat with her face between his knees. Smiling up through her lashes at him, she placed her hands on his thighs and ran them up his body until she sat back on his lap, facing him that time.

She could feel how hard he was as she let her ass dance against his dick. Her body wanted to burst into flames at feeling and seeing how badly he wanted her. The burning in her skin began to irritate her; she was supposed to be killing him, not her.

“It’s not your birthday,” she whispered in his ear.

He gradually moved one of his hands from the side of the chair and lightly placed it on her bare thigh, away from the view of the audience. “No, but it is now.”

Her breath caught in her throat as he moved his hand up her inner thigh. She found herself dancing her ass into him harder. She could see how badly he wanted her through his baby-blues, and she could definitely
feel
how badly.

His fingertips grazed her thigh, an inch away from her sex, making a flow of wetness escape her. Looking at his very close lips, she forgot about the world and edged closer, wanting, needing to taste him again…

The lights suddenly flew back on.

Lake jumped back up, coming out of her daze. She couldn’t get off the stage fast enough.
Holy freaking hell!
Her body was on fire.

“The song wasn’t fucking over yet,” Vincent hissed behind her as she started to pass Sadie.

“It was over when I saw that ninja hand of yours crawl up her snatch.” Sadie grabbed Lake’s hand, making her stay.

“So fucking what? No one else could see it!” He grabbed Lake’s other hand and tried to walk away with her.

“No way, playboy. You ain’t going anywhere with her. Lake’s shift isn’t over and if I let her go with you, she’ll be giving away her virginity against the bathroom stall.”

Lake’s face turned bright red.
I’m right here
!

Vincent gave Sadie his own look of death before he let go of Lake’s hand and walked away.

“Um, how the hell did you let that happen?” Lake looked at Sadie, wanting to shake her. It was finally sinking in what she had just done up there in front of everyone.

Sadie looked back at her stupidly. “Oh, gee, I don’t know. When that fucking prick came up to me and told me it was his birthday and that, if I had a problem with it, I could call his fucking father, naturally I said, ‘I don’t give a fuck who your father is.’ But when he told me Vitale is his last name, then I, of course, cared who the fuck his father is.”

“This is all your fault because you put me in this fucking outfit,” Lake told her, taking back her hand.

“Yeah, well, it would have been nice to know that playboy was Mr. Vitale’s son, wouldn’t it?”

Lake wasn’t going to let her walk away with the last word. “You know it wasn’t his birthday, right?”

“Bitch, I know that!” Sadie stormed off.

“Good, I was just checking!” Lake yelled back at her, concentrating on not trying to laugh.

As she headed back to her tables, Amo was standing against a wall smiling. “It’s my birthday today, too, you know.”

Lake pointed her finger right in his scary face. “You should be very,
very
afraid.”