Boyfriend Bargain by Madden-Mills Ilsa

Author:Madden-Mills, Ilsa
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3, mobi
Published: 2019-05-01T16:00:00+00:00

24

Sugar

I wake up the next day and my first thought is I need ten cups of coffee and a whole lot of Jesus. What have I gotten myself into with Z?

I’m barely functioning in my classes after spending the early hours with him. He left my closet, got dressed, both of us silent, our thoughts to ourselves. Perhaps it was because Julia was asleep, but when I walked him to the stairwell, the tension was thick. I don’t know why except that we were tired and a lot has happened between us in a short time.

After changing into ankle boots, skinny jeans, and a cute leopard print sweater, I put my hair up in a sleek ponytail and head to BB’s to check in on Mara and see if she needs any help manning the bar tonight. I don’t do it on a full-time basis, but if it’s going to be a busy night, I’ll jump in.

It’s around four when I walk into the bar. Dimly lit with a three-sided runway for the dancers, it’s your typical strip club, but you can be sure it’s spick and span. Mara is also a stickler about only employing girls who are drug-free.

Def Leppard is blaring as I waltz past the runway. My eyes take in the girls already up there, doing their thing for the early crowd. Most of the patrons are businessmen, and there’s maybe a professor or two since BB’s is only a few blocks from HU. My gaze gets hung up on the familiar curve of the profile of the girl currently sliding down a pole.

I stop in my tracks.

What the hell?

I march over to the front runway so I can get a good look at the petite, bosomy girl who’s currently got her eyes closed as she cups her breasts, gyrating to the music. She’s wearing a silver lamé corset, fishnet hose, and platform metallic shoes—one of the stock outfits Mara keeps for the new girls who don’t have the money to get their own things yet. A guy in an expensive grey suit is watching her with a hooded expression on his face as he sips on a drink.

I move in closer to make sure I’m not crazy.

Holy cow.

“Julia?” My mouth opens. “What the hell?”

Mr. Five-Thousand-Dollar Suit sends me a questioning look, glances back at Julia, and smiles. “Julia.” He says it like he’s tasting it, and I want to smack him upside the head for the lascivious way his gaze is eating her up.

But…I know her, and she’s barely twenty-one. Most of the other girls have a few more years on them.

Her eyes flare open and red steals up her throat and to her face—which honestly surprises me. She tends to not get embarrassed.

“What are you doing here?”

I know, I have no right to worry about a girl I barely know—especially after my lecture to Z—but last night there was a vulnerable bent to her shoulders.

“Dancing.” She shakes her ass, and the suit stands up and stuffs a twenty in her bikini underwear.

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