Seven

Chapter 15

"I don't like them touching you because I want to." Seven confesses, his voice is so low and saturated in desire causing my whole body to flush.

"Y-You're not allowed to touch me." I remind him. My voice a whisper.

"I know that. And I won't touch you..." Seven's dark eyes burn into mine.

"Not until you ask me to." He finishes and my entire body is in flames from his words.

I don't even have a decent moment to process what's been said between us just now when a door opens further down the hallway causing Seven to quickly step back away from me. I glance down the corridor to see the older dancer making her way towards us as she starts her shift.

"Hiya guys." She smiles at us completely oblivious to what had just happened on the club floor or in this hallways.

"Hey Penny." Seven nods at her, avoiding eye contact with both of us as he looks at the ground.

The older woman, Penny, I think Seven called her smiles at me and makes her way out to the club.

"I should probably get back to work." I speak once she's gone and Seven lifts his head up.

"What? You don't have to go back out there." He shakes his head. I do though, I need the money.

"I need to get back to work." I simply reply and turn to walk away from him.

"I'll pay you not to go out there." Seven pleads.

"I'm not looking for a hand out here. I'd much rather you just treated me like the rest of the girls here and let me work. It'll make things a whole lot easier on both of us." I say and step away from him and out back into the club so he doesn't have a chance to argue.

No one touches me the rest of my shift. I think Seven's outburst sent the message out to the patrons that I wasn't to be touched. Without the touching, being a server is not as bad as I had been thinking. Granted it's much worse when the men grab at you but wearing next to nothing has gone down better than I thought I'd deal with it. The tips I'm making tonight also help. I've made close to seven hundred dollars on tips alone tonight.

I don't see Seven come back into the club again till very later on in the night. It's almost closing and him and Curby disappear down to the basement. I don't let myself think too much into what they might be doing down there.

When my shift ends and the guards are throwing out the last of the customers I wonder over to the where Kitty and some of the other women are talking.

"Hey." I smile at the group and most of them smile back. Except for the dancer, Destiny. She looks me up and down and doesn't bother to hide her clear dislike of me. Usually that would bother me but the feeling is mutual.

"How was your first night?" Kitty asks me.

"Good! I made like seven hundred in tips." I say proudly.

"Shit girl that's some bank for not showing anything off." Kitty congratulates me.

"I wonder how much I've made tonight, now that Seven's paying me double." Destiny says loudly to the group, flicking her hair over her shoulder.

"Seven's paying you double?" One of the other girls gapes at Destiny and she smiles smugly back at her.

"He told me tonight he's gonna pay me double for my time." She boasts and looks directly at me. I want to slap the smug look she's giving me right off her face. Why is she looking at me like that? Does she think it bothers me that she gives Seven dances? It does but I can at least pretend to her that it doesn't.