In an underworld filled with unexpected enemies, Kat tries to take her rightful place, Nik fights to keep her safe, and a powerful passion ignites that may bring them both to their knees…
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EXCERPT
“Pssst!”
The harsh whisper brought Kat out of her daydream. She turned to see Mickey scowling at her from the bar area.
“What’s the problem?” he asked, looking ready to climb up on the stage. “They’re getting ready to start your music—again!”
“Nothing. Just getting my bearings,” she offered with a faint smile, as she tested her ankle to make sure that everything was okay before she started to dance.
“Well then…” he said with a wide sweep of his arm towards the empty stage.
Kat looked out on the audience as the music increased in volume. Steeling her resolve, she walked forward, putting a little shimmy in her stance and plastering a come-hither smile on her face. If her intel was correct, Danil should be in the club and her plan was to look for him during her performance.
Kat grabbed the first pole she came to, turning her back to the audience and then letting her body slide down the pole as she bent her head back, giving those seated closest a glimpse down her shirt.
At the next pole, she did a sexy twist and turn around the pole before lowering her torso so that her back was parallel to the stage floor, giving anyone seated behind her a preview of what was beneath her skirt.
Listening to the crowd respond, Kat immediately shut off the part of her brain that wanted to blush in embarrassment, focusing on why she was here. Danil.
She walked around the edge of the stage, untying the shirt to let it hang open. She boldly looked out at the men gathered around the tables and in the booths, making brief eye contact with each.
Kat strutted around the stage swinging her hips and finally let the shirt drop off her shoulders to drag behind her, held only by the fingertips of her left hand. The sheer mesh of the bra hid little so her breasts were on full display. She moved to the far side of the stage to look over the only booth she’d yet to check out. It was situated at the very back of the bar, surrounded on two sides by walls and on the other two by big hulking men.
She swore under her breath. She assumed that must be Danil’s booth but his bodyguards prevented her from seeing for sure. Swallowing her disappointment, Kat realized her set was almost over. She quickly unzipped the skirt, let it fall to her ankles, and suggestively stepped out of it. She glanced out of the corner of her eye to see Mickey leering at her with a big smile.
Score!
She bent at the waist to pick the shirt up, her backside to the eager audience, inwardly cringing at the rude suggestions shouted by some patrons. But she straightened up, turned, and approached the men who were eager to tuck the money they held high into the straps of her G-string. This was the part of the job she had been most hesitant about; having strange men putting their hands upon her in such close proximity to her private areas.
Pulling the ponytail holders from her hair, Kat shook her head to loosen her long hair then tossed it back over her shoulders. Having her hair brushing against her back and partially covering her exposed breasts provided Kat enough security to continue her charade.
With her best smile pasted on her face, she approach one of the men waving cash and squatted down in front of him. Somehow, she managed not to squirm when his stubby fingers touched her left hip and tucked a $20 bill beneath the thin elastic. The smell of onions and sweat wafted off his body and it took everything in her not to gag.
She nodded her head in thanks, stood back up, and shimmied to the next patron, repeating the process several more times until her song was almost over.
She was about to sashay herself backstage when a waving bill caught her attention and she looked into the grey-blue eyes of the most gorgeous man she’d ever seen.
Kat tried to turn away, but his enigmatic gaze held her fast. Waving the bill, he used his index finger to beckon her closer.
Kat felt her breath catch just beneath her ribs and she made her way across the stage until she was standing right in front of him. His dark hair had just enough wave and length that it fell slightly over his forehead, causing her finger to itch with the need to reach out and straighten it. He had a very light beard and mustache, almost as if he’d simply forgotten to shave for a few days. Kat had never liked facial hair on a man before, but on him, it was perfect.
As she stood there watching him, the song ended, replaced by catcalls and rude comments that finally enabled her to look away and regain her composure. As she turned to leave the stage, the man reached out and tucked the bill into the front of her G-string, which was strictly against the rules posted prominently around the small stage.
The touch of his fingertips sent a shot of heat through her loins and caused her step to falter as she felt her ankle twist slightly. He reached out a hand to steady her, but she quickly stepped back and beat a hasty retreat behind the curtain.
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