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Chapter 8

Bella

"I'm not in the mood," I grumbled. I was waiting for Edward to get back to me.

We'd been chatting back and forth for a couple weeks now, managing one Facetime and a few phone calls. Mostly, we messaged each other. He was a busy man, working two jobs and taking care of his daughter.

"Too fucking bad. I had a shit week, and I need my bitches to get fucked up with me." Rose tossed a dress at me.

I rolled my eyes. "You say fuck too much." I felt her eyes on me. I knew what I said, and I wouldn't take it back.

"Just because you want some dad dick doesn't mean you get to curb my sailor's mouth."

Alice laughed.

"I would never dream of it. Besides, Edward curses like a sailor when his daughter isn't around." It's how I knew where he was. If he was at the shop, the F word came out left and right, but when he was home, he barely uttered the word shit.

"Babe, you are so horny for an old man's dick. It's stupid."

"He's only thirty, cumstain." I smiled, knowing what she was doing. I'd had a horrid week because of two clients who were obsessively critical about their needs.

"Come on," Alice begged. "I heard this place is awesome with lots of dancing men."

The Ritz was a strip club that catered to both female and male clients. Tonight was amateur night for male dancers, which Alice learned about from one of her coworkers who had a blast at a bridal party.

"Fine! Let's do this."

We dressed and did up our make-up like proper girls on their way to paint the town red.

"Does anyone want to play DD, or should we split an Uber?" Rose asked.

"I don't want to be DD; let's just split an Uber."

The club was not at all what I thought it would be. It was very modern.

Rose found us a fantastic spot near the stage. We had fifteen minutes before the show would start.

A server came over to take our drink orders. "Ladies, would you like to start with tonight's signature drink?"

"What is it?" Alice asked.

"Magical Margarita."

"Yes!" the three of us responded enthusiastically.

"Coming right up." The waitress disappeared into the throng of people.

I scanned the room and couldn't help notice how crowded it was. "There are a lot of women here."

"I heard a favorite amateur dances here twice a week, and I guess he's on tonight," Alice replied.

My phone dinged.

Hey, I decided to work tonight. Christmas is coming up, and Cass got interested in cosplay stuff. Need the extra. I'll text you tomorrow.

I frowned a bit. OK, don't work too hard. ;)

"What's wrong?" Rose asked when she saw me frown.

"Edward's working tonight."

"What's his second job?" Alice piped up.

I shrugged. "I have no idea. I didn't ask. I mean, we've only been chatting for a few weeks now. I don't want to seem too nosey."

Rose snorted. "I'd be nosey as fuck. I mean, what the fuck could he be doing? Are you sure he even has a second job?"

The waitress interrupted us before I could defend Edward.

I took a sip and moaned. "These are fucking amazeballs."

"Just what the doctor ordered," Rose declared.

The music cued up, and they announced the first dancer.

"Jesus, I don't know if I'm sad I didn't bring more money or happy." Rose fanned herself as the dancer left the stage.

"All right, ladies, we always save the best for last. Our favorite frequent flyer here at The Ritz always gives us the best show when he graces our stage. Turbo!" the DJ belted out.

We cheered as the overhead lights went out, and the stage lights flashed as a figure swaggered out. My eyes bugged out when I saw him. His chest was on display, overalls pulled down around his waist and well-placed grease across his face and torso.

"Um, is that—" Alice looked over at me.

My head bobbed up and down, unable to speak as I stared at the man I'd been talking to.

Edward.

"Fuck, you lucky, lucky bitch." Rose laughed. Then she joined in with the crowd and whistled.

I couldn't decide if I wanted to laugh hard or start yelling he's mine.

He'd begun his routine, starting on the opposite side of the stage and working his way toward us.

"Oh, God, you guys, you think he'll notice me?" I was freaking out. What would he do? Would he notice me? Should I acknowledge him? What the hell was the protocol for this? "What should I do?" I tried to hide behind Rose as he came closer.

"Don't hide behind me, bitch. Fucking flaunt your shit." Rose pushed me in front of her.

He finally got close enough to spot me and froze, his eyes wide. I knew he needed to keep going, so I winked and tossed a few fives on the stage. He grinned and winked back, continuing to do his thing.

The song wound down, and Edward grabbed a mic. "Ladies and gents, I've decided that one lucky lady gets to have all my attention tonight." His eyes landed on me.

My heart thumped hard against my chest. He wouldn't.

But he walked up to our table and yanked me away from the girls and onto the stage. Another worker brought a chair and set it in the middle. Edward's gaze swept over me, and he brought his bottom lip between his teeth. "God, you are even sexier in person."

I blushed. "I can say the same thing about you."

He pushed me into the waiting chair. "I think you'll enjoy this next part."

I smiled and leaned back, waiting to see what he would give me.

His green eyes darkened as the song played. Edward danced, and his hips hypnotized me. No matter what I tried to do, my eyes were on his crotch. I couldn't move even if I wanted to. I swore I saw it harden as he thrust in my face, but I wasn't able to get confirmation on it because he moved too quickly.

During his routine, he moved my chair with such ease I had to wonder how often he worked out because I know I'm not an easily movable object. The last guy who tried proved it when he grunted and gave up fucking me against the wall.

But Edward just moved the chair with me in it as if I was a feather, giving me bedroom eyes the entire time. I wondered if he had anything left to do after this, because I wanted to see his stamina up close and personal.

His hot breath brushed against my ear. "Wanna get a drink after this and we can talk?"

I tried not to moan from the closeness. "Yeah, I would like that."

He grabbed me, and suddenly I was on my tiptoes, our lips just millimeters apart. I could feel the calluses on his hands pressed against my back as the song ended. We were just breathing into each other's mouths. It was so fucking hot.

"Meet me at the bar in fifteen minutes."

I nodded. I was too afraid to use my voice at this point. If Edward couldn't already tell how turned on I was, speaking would be a dead giveaway. I got off the stage with his help, right into Rose and Alice's arms.

"Fucking shit, girl. I had an orgasm just watching him turn you into a puddle of goo up there." Rose helped navigate me away from the stage and away from all the noise.

"I can't think straight. All I can think about is his abs and that freaking monster underneath his overalls," I admitted, finally finding my legs and walking over to the bar.

"What did he say to you?" Alice asked.

"To meet him here. He said he would be over in a few."

How did you guys like their meet?