Red

CHAPTER NINE

Rhiannon

"I want to see you again"

His words hit me like a firework. They sent excited sparks whooshing through me, my heart exploding as a result. It was the last thing I expected to hear out of his mouth. I was already in shock from what we had done, despite wanting it. I didn't expect him to give in so easily, and now this.

"But my dad" I shook my head as I looked at him, dropping my eyes as soon as I caught sight of his mussed hair, red cheeks, and sweaty shirt. It then occurred to me that I never had chance to see what was underneath that shirt.

"I don't care" he stepped closer.

"He'll kill you" I was still looking at the floor as I spoke shyly.

"He won't know" he lifted my chin with his index finger.

Scoffing, I said, "is that all I am? A secret? Is that all I'm worth"

His eyes widened. "No, of course not." He caressed my cheek with his knuckle. "You're worth more than that, it's just-"

"My dad, yeah" I interjected, nodding. "Just leave it, Jacob."

I pulled away and headed for the elevator. Disappointment hit me like a ton of bricks when the familiar silence of the lobby sounded around me, and not his smart shoes chasing after me.

What a fool. A part of me knew what I was getting into sleeping with him, it was my sole intention after all, but another part of me - a part I refused to accept - knew that it couldn't be anything else. Just a bit of fun. My dad would never allow it, even if he didn't work for him.

I felt the tears springing as soon as the elevator door closed after me. Finality that he wasn't following, and wasn't going to fight for me hit me even more. I'm clearly not worth it like he tried to tell me.

My phone buzzed as soon as the elevator stopped, a message from the club asking me to work tonight. I never worked weekdays, but right now I needed something to distract me.

As soon as I step through my front door, and hear my mother and father, I'm only going to be reminded even more of why me and Jacob can't even consider dating, never mind becoming an actual thing. I rolled my eyes at how fast I was thinking, but I'd never felt this pull towards someone. He was different. He wasn't the typical lawyer, but at the same time I found it sexy. The suits, tight fitting shirts, professional attitude, it all turns me on in some way. Maybe also because I knew I couldn't have him too.

I accepted the job and raced towards home so I could get ready. I wanted a night free of my usual bullshit. My usual shit life. A weekend clearly wasn't enough.

As soon as I stepped foot through the double doors of indigo, I felt all my worries disappear. The tension in my shoulders relaxed, my head became more clearer, and a whoosh of excitement travelled through my bones. The dark atmosphere hid my real face - as well as the glasses - and the spotlights accentuated my curves in the sparkly lingerie. Tonight I wore a black sheer set with small sequins dotted along the bra; it was pretty but sexy. Not to forget the super high black stilettos wrapped around my legs.

"Libby, private dance. Second room. Guys paying triple"

My boss always sounded excited when we got private dances, but right now he sounded ecstatic. He was practically demanding me to hurry up with his eyes.

"On it"

I stalked off towards the second floor. Another area where we have private dances. One thing I never liked was coming towards private dances in case the men were strange freaks. Once, I had a guy who couldn't understand the 'no touching' policy; his hands had a mind of their own travelling south to the centre of my panties. To make it worse, he'd rub his dick through the whole process. When I tried to walk out, he threatened to place a complaint about me. I wouldn't care, but my boss would of fired me on the spot. He paid hundreds for his dances. Thankfully, he hadn't been back for a while. So now, I always dreaded entering the room in case I saw his face smirking back at me.