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you, but I’m not takin’ your bullshit. Keep your opinions to yourself while I drive you to the store in my American made car that I bought at a junkyard. Then you won’t say a word when I pay for your groceries with money I didn’t earn wearing a damn suit and tie. The last thing I need is for you to tell me how to fix my life.”
    Turning to face the window she says nothing, but I know my point was driven home. Pulling into the store’s lot, I slam the car into park. Feeling guilty that I’ve taken my frustration out on not only my mother, but my car as well.
    The ‘Cuda hasn’t done anything but love me…
    Mom sniffles in her seat, not making a move to get out. For all she put us through growing up, I still can’t stand for my mother to cry. No real man can live with himself if he’s made a woman cry. Blowing out a breath, I bite the bullet. “I’m sorry, I was out of line. I shouldn’t have been so harsh with you.”
    Taking a breath, she finally opens the door. “That’s why I don’t have any grandchildren. I’ve got a rocker groupie and a damned hothead,” She blurts, ignoring me completely.
    Shaking my head, I grit my teeth. I don’t argue with her, because it won’t do any good. We are so much more than a rocker groupie and a hothead. With no help from her, Chase and I are both successful and, for the most part, we are both happy. I chuckle to myself because Audrey sure as shit can’t say that, now can she?
     
     
     
     

 
     
     

     
     
    Luke Hanlon has me frazzled. The way he looked at me was hot enough to deplete the Ozone Layer. The testosterone that radiates off him is more than an entire room full of bodies on any night at the club. The longer he touched me or watched me, I was bracing myself for him to try to kiss me. Or even worse, for me to kiss him. When he pulled me against him out back, I had imagined what his lips would feel like on mine. Not soft and gentle; I want to feel the nip of his teeth.
    Jeez Ki, how long has it been since it was a man giving you an orgasm and not the B.O.B you keep in the nightstand drawer?
    Too. Damn. Long.
    Once he left, I replayed the moments over and over in my head until I couldn’t take it anymore. I have enough to worry about in my everyday life, I don’t need to add men in my bed to the mix. Since I know they’ve left for the grocery store, I pack up my bag for work. Kelly opens the club just after noon anyway, so it’s the perfect excuse to avoid another run in with my neighbor’s gorgeous son.
    Yes, I’m avoiding a man. I scold myself the entire drive into the city about exactly that.
    “Ladies, how many times do I need to go over this?” I hear Kelly begin as I walk into the club. “You are the fantasy. The ones controlling the show.” She stops pacing the stage to meet their eyes, her fingers slide up and down the pole almost affectionately. “You make the rules. Why is that?”
    The girls look intimidated and they should. Kelly McGlawn was the top of the tier until she retired and opened her own club. Men’s wallets flew open…so did their zippers. Which is why when she married her husband, Jeff, she left the stage for the owner and operator position.
    “I make the rules, because I have the pussy,” I shout, dropping my bag beside the bar with a thud.
    Kelly’s eyes meet mine, a smile spreading across her face. “Yes!” She exclaims. “The men who come to Heaven on Heels, night after night, want to give all the power to you. They spend all day in their mundane lives dealing with the repetitive cycle they’ve fallen into. It doesn’t matter if their wives are no longer concerned with keeping the home fires burning. If it’s nagging girlfriends, or just the lack of commitment that being with you brings them. They aren’t here for chit chat, they’re here for the tease. That high they get knowing that you expect nothing from them they aren’t already willing to give.”
    “Money!” A girl shouts, making me roll my