When Lily's university financial scholarship is revoked she explores a new avenue for income.
A mutual friend introduces her to a darker underbelly line of work with a handsomely dangerous boss, mysteriously named Seven.
Lily's world, with the hel...
I hadn't seen Seven since he left me to begin working the bar but while restocking the ice I caught his eyes through the mirrored back wall of the bar. He was staring at me and I couldn't tell if he was catching my eyes back through the reflection but he didn't shy away from the intense eye contact he was blazing into the back of me. The dark club seems a lot darker when you're standing in the only lit up area of it but I could just make out Seven sitting down, his face leaning over to the side to stare at me around the woman sitting on his lap. My mouth drops in embarrassment for looking at him for so long while he's being grinded on. As soon as I make out the stripper dancing on his lap I look away from the mirror and finish stocking up the ice. Flustered I pop a small shard of ice into my mouth to suck on in an attempt to cool my burning cheeks.
A man approaches the bar and I reluctantly turn to serve him. Willing myself to not seek out the dark area where I now know Seven is sitting receiving a lap dance.
"Just a rum and coke gorgeous." The man smiles. I've served him before, this is his third time coming to the bar instead of using a server.
"Sure." I smile politely at him, crunching on the ice till it completely dissolves in my mouth and begin to make his drink.
The man begins to make small talk and I try my best to pay attention but I'm heavily distracted by the green eyes I can feel still burning into me. In a lack of better judgment I glance up in the direction I know Seven is sitting.
His eyes are still fixed on me, watching my every move and not faltering when I look back at him. The woman sits with her back against his chest, completely oblivious that his attention seems to be focused elsewhere as she moves her behind against him. I notice how-just like before- Seven's hands rest beside him on the seat and don't touch the dancer. The customers are completely different, they grope and hold the women against them as they receive their dances and I'm reminded of how Mesha mentioned that the guys working here aren't meant to touch the women at all.
I guess Seven has found a loophole.
He lowers his eyes at me watching him, an expression washes over his face that I can't decipher but he seems...turned on? I watch his once flat hands ball into fists at his sides. His mouth opens and his tongue runs over his bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth, eyes still boring into mine until I look away and break the intense eye contact.
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I finish making the drink before serving it to the customer over the counter. I hope he didn't notice me completely ignoring his babbling.
"There you go." I smile at him, my cheeks are extremely hot thanks to the weird stare down I just had with Seven.
"Thank you gorgeous." He hands over cash to pay for his drink and when I go to take it his hand catches mine.
"What time will you be up on the stage?" He asks me, his eyes looking down at my chest and I fight the urge to smack at him. He's a customer, I can't do that here I remind myself.
