James: A College Girl Romance

James: A College Girl Romance Read Online Free PDF Page B

Book: James: A College Girl Romance Read Online Free PDF
Author: Sheila Grace
shot at the stripper just because I was being the loudest jackass in the club and holding up the largest denomination of bills. The girl took their orders, and I watched her entire frame relax as she escaped their table.
    At the next table, the guy wasn’t watching the stage. This paunchy middle-aged asswipe had his eyes glued to Cass like she was a ribeye. I knew his type, too. The fucking loser jackass whose wife and kids were at home sleeping while he headed out to a strip club looking for what he thought was going to be the easiest mark—the wait staff.
    Something he’d said hadn’t gone over well with her. For half a second, her jade-green eyes froze over before she made a single-word reply and headed back to the bar. I watched her place the orders with Jerry. She looked down. Then her head popped up and her eyes scanned the club.
    As soon as she saw me, I tipped my glass and finished the remainder of my drink before looking toward the stage where fake-blonde, fake-tan, fake-tits was gyrating on the pole. The club only allowed “partial” nudity, which meant tits and G-strings. I would be the first to admit that booze and fully naked dancers not separated from the rabble by three inches of glass was a poor idea. Drunken assholes and naked strippers—not a good combination for any place that wanted to avoid a fucking melee.
    More rules of mine since the good ol’ college days: never get out of control and never challenge the bouncers. I had done both in my younger and dumber days. In fact, my good pal Ryan Bennett still fully expected me to do both any time he saw me. Granted, I would wipe the floor with most of the bouncers in this place, but I had nothing to prove. I was more than happy to leave the chest thumping to the chumps with little dicks.
    I watched as Cass arranged cheap drinks on a tray and headed in the direction of the college kids. It fucking amazed me when she made it to their table without spilling the drinks. She laid out their order and didn’t wait for a tip. Smart girl. If anything, they might leave a couple of crumpled bills, but most likely not.
    Her next stop was the middle-aged sleaze. She stiffened as she walked in the direction of his table. When she got there and set down the drink, he crooked a finger at her, trying to induce her into to bending over. She smirked, shook her head, and turned in the direction of the bar. A minute later, she was standing in front of my table holding the cocktail napkin with her name on it in one hand and my whisky in the other.
    “What the fuck is your problem?” she demanded.
    She set the drink in front of me, careful not to spill something that would cost all her tips—if she were getting any gratuities at all from the evening’s clown car of dickheads. I lifted a hand to my ear.
    “Sorry?”
    “You heard me. I said, what the fuck is your problem? Are you used to dropping a wad of cash and having girls fall to their knees to suck your dick?”
    I smiled. Excellent. This girl had a fire in her.
    “On a good night, yes. I am quite accustomed to women falling to their knees to suck my dick, but don’t get me wrong. I do believe in reciprocity.”
    She blinked, her cheeks flushing hot pink.
    “Well, if with that wad of cash, you thought you were paying me for future services —”
    I laughed.
    “Lovely, don’t get so excited. That was just your tip, but if you feel so inclined—”
    I looked down at my lap, and when I looked up, her eyes had followed my gaze. A second later, her head snapped up, and she glared at me.
    “I don’t!”
    “ The lady doth protest too much, methinks.”
    I smiled as she turned and began stalking toward the bar. This tightly wound little cocktail waitress was turning out to be more fun than I had had in quite some time. I finished my drink. When my phone buzzed, I saw a text from Madison Montgomery, NYC socialite. At one point, she had been married to some entertainment investor too busy to keep her satisfied.
    She
Read Online Free Pdf

Similar Books

The Two Towers

Jamie A. Waters

The Christmas Joy Ride

Melody Carlson

Divide

Jessa Russo