Heaven Sent (Loki/Asgard Fanfiction - Aislinn's Story)

Chapter Ninety-Two

Shiloh's was probably the nicest gentleman's club in the Atlantic City area and as he sat back with a bottle of beer, Steve felt some of his irritation drain away. He'd worked damn hard for this moment, and he earned this.

The little voice in the back of his mind spoke up. You should get out of here, Stevie. No good can come of this. You're drunk and she keeps giving you the eye.

She was a dancer. He had no idea what her name was, but he'd wasted no time in slipping cash into her g-string. She was hot. He was buzzed. Who gave a damn?

Well, with that tip, she spent more and more time focusing on him. And when she was finished, he was actually disappointed. It'd been a long time since he'd seen a naked woman other than his wife.

Aislinn.

Damn it. She just didn't get it. Didn't get how fucking hard he worked to get his boys here. To see this through and do what he'd set out to do seven years ago. If he wanted to go out and celebrate with the coaches who worked just as hard for him, damn it, he'd do it. If Aislinn didn't like it, too damn bad.

Get out of here, Stevie. Don't do something stupid.

"Hey, handsome. Is this seat taken?"

He looked away from the stage to the beautiful blonde he'd been so generous to when she was onstage. Up close, she was smoking hot—smoky blue eyes, that mane of blonde hair. Killer body. All long legs and huge breasts.

Damn.

Stevie... don't do it.

Shut the fuck up. I'll do what I want.

He smiled. "It's all yours, honey."

"It must be my lucky night." She sank into the chair vacated by Schmidt when he and Horton left. Extending one arm, she said, "I'm Stephanie."

He caught her hand in his. "Steve."

"So, what brings you here, Steve? I don't think I've seen you around before."

"You haven't." He lifted the bottle to his lips for a pull. Lowering it, he added, "I'm only in AC for the night. State Wrestling Tournament."

"High school? How did you get past the bouncers?"

He winked. "I'm a coach, honey, not a wrestler."

"Really. Which school?"

"Somerset Valley High. Up in Branchburg."

She leaned her elbow on the table. "You're pretty far from home. How long have you been here?"

"Since Thursday night."

Her eyes widened ever so slightly. "It must be lonely, just you and a bunch of high school boys."

"It's been busy. Hard to get lonely when you're running like a madman."

"Do I dare ask how you did in the tournament?"

He winked. "You're looking at the head coach of the State champs, baby."

"Do tell?"

He swallowed another mouthful and nodded. "Oh, yeah. My guys did it. First wrestling title in Somerset Valley's history."

"Well, congratulations, Coach." Her voice was low and throaty, the voice of a seductress and when her gaze intensified, he shifted uncomfortably. He'd never had a woman so blatantly throw herself at him. Not even when he was in his early twenties, and in the best shape of his life. This was a first. And it was damn flattering. This hot girl wanted him. She wanted him.