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assignment where I can get cozy with Minka. Most were boring as hell
bodyguard assignments, and she always managed to cancel on them.
    The only other job we did together, Minka forgot to
bail on because she overslept. Picking her up at her apartment, I found Minka
sleepy-eyed and with a serious case of bed head. No woman should look so
intoxicating only to turn around and act so disinterested in the reaction she
creates. Soon, I’ll call out her bullshit. Not yet. First we need to
work. Well, she can work. I’m only here to enjoy her company.
    Walking into a strip club ought to make Minka feel
out of place or on display. Okay, so I don’t know what a chick feels in these
situations, but Minka ought to reveal something beyond the coolly indifferent
expression she sports.
    “I might look but no touching,” I say, leaning up
close to her.
    “Don’t fucking care.”
    “You’re breaking my heart,” I tease even though a
little part of me wishes she was a little territorial. “These girls have
nothing on you.”
    Minka glances around before focusing her gaze on a
blonde shaking her ass on a secondary stage. “I’d do her.”
    All the blood rushes from my brain to my now
painfully hard dick. “You’re killing me.”
    “I can live with that.”
    When Minka walks to the bar, I mosey up next to her
and sniff her fragrant hair.
    “You remind me of a dog I had,” she mutters, barely
audible over the sound of Poison blaring from the speakers. “We got him fixed,
and he settled down.”
    “I know how to settle me down,” I say, sliding my
leg against hers. “And it doesn’t involve snipping off my nuts.”
    Minka ignores me and smiles at the brunette
bartender. Her nametag says “Ruby,” and her dark expression tells me she’s
tough for a broad likely in her twenties. Minka’s smile isn’t returned.
    “Can I get you a drink?” Ruby asks.
    “Malibu Rum for me.”
    “Amaretto,” I say, standing so close to Minka that
her ass bumps against my stiff cock.
    Glancing back at me, she mutters, “Really?”
    “Don’t blame me, Apples. You brought this one on
yourself.”
    “Do you want anything else?” Ruby asks after we pay
for our drinks.
    Minka nods. “Do you know Stacey Brooke?”
    Ruby’s expression hardens. “She’s dead.”
    “When she wasn’t dead, did you know her?”
    “Not really.”
    “Are you sure? It’s a small town.”
    “I don’t live in Common Bend.”
    “Where are you from?”
    “I live in a little place called none of your
fucking business. Now, do you want anything else to drink?”
    Minka smiles at Ruby and walks away. I follow my
dark-haired vixen to a table. She sips her rum and glances around the club.
    “I have a confession,” I say, taking her hand.
    Minka yanks it away immediately. “Is all of this
bravado your way of overcompensating for being lame in bed or having a small dick?”
    “Don’t worry about me satisfying all of the hot
desire you’re nursing for me.”
    “You’re overcompensating again.”
    A smile slowly spreads across my face as I imagine
us in bed. I wonder how loudly Minka will moan when I make her come. No way is
she the quiet, shy type.
    Minka pulls me away from my fantasies. “So, what’s
your confession?”
    “You make my dick hard.”
    “I already knew that.”
    “I guess you do, but do you know I haven’t stuck my
dick in another woman since we met?”
    Minka stares at me, and I swim in the darkness of
her eyes. She finally snorts.
    “Is this your way of asking me to get you medical
attention?” she teases, but I hear something besides mockery in her tone.
    “You’re crazy about me,” I say, winking at her. “I
don’t blame you. A woman like you probably doesn’t often meet a man worthy of
her lust.”
    “You don’t travel much, do you, stud?”
    “I travel plenty. What’s your point?”
    “I’ve met a lot of men worthy of my lust.”
    “Any of them capable of handling you in bed?”
    Minka bats her eyes at me. “Oh,