Heart of a Stripper by Cyndi Harris Page B

slammed into him like a knife into his gut. Just to know her father was an utter bastard enraged him. He wanted to stalk to the guy’s house , and knock his teeth down his throat. The thought entertained him for a brief moment.
    “ So, I’m gathering that’s the sole reason you took the job you did.” He said, trying to make sense of things.
    “I’m the bread winner of the family. It’s just me and him, and if I didn’t get a job, we would starve, and be homeless. I cook for him, I clean for him—I”
    “Do way more than you should for a bastard.” He grumbled cutting her off.
    Looking down into her lap, she fiddled with her fingers.
    “Maybe we should just turn in for the night.” He insisted.
    “Can you play me some soft music?” she inquired crawling to the top of the bed.
    He watched her sleek slender frame, and imagined him lying beneath her. Her sexy smooth caramel skinned legs were bare and he wanted to kiss them all the way up to her thighs. Swallowing hard, he nixed the thought aside.
    “Sure.” He replied getting up and turning on some soft R and B.
    “Mitchell,” she said saying his name for the first time and it rolled off of her tongue beautifully. “Can you please stay with me tonight?”
    He opened his mouth to protest, but she added, “I don’t want to be alone.”
    Swallowing his doubts about being alone in the bed with her, he nodded.
    “Sure.” He replied walking over to the bed after dimming the lights.
    Crawling in bed beside her, she curled up in his arms and he held her. She smelled like the honey almond body wash he used. Kissing her on the forehead, he stared up at the ceiling as she wrapped her arm around him. She held him tightly and he clutched her back. A moment later, she shifted and pulled him around her to spoon. She held his hands tight as she cuddled him. Having her body tangled with his was everything he’d thought it would be and more.
    She was soft and easy to be around. He liked actually being needed. He liked the fact that she was independent and strong, yet still desired to be protected. He would be her savior if that’s what he needed to be. Right now, lying there beside her, holding her, and caressing her, he was certain he refused to let her down.
    Feeling her tight as pushing up against him, he felt himself becoming aroused. He would be a fool to not react to her body brushing up against his. Holding her tight, they drifted off to sleep together.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
                                               Chapter Seven
    Nevaeh reached on the other side of the bed, and felt it was empty. Opening her eyes, she saw the sun was shining and there was a note sitting on the pillow where Mitchell once laid. Even though she’d never been in the situation herself she always heard that waking up to an empty bed and a note was always a bad sign. Maybe he regretted helping her and wanted to tell her to leave without hurting her feelings. Taking a deep breath, she opened the note and read it.
    Nevaeh,
    I’m sorry I had to go without saying goodbye, but you were sleeping so peacefully. I made you breakfast and it’s in the kitchen. I hope you like waffles. Had to head to work, and as you know it’s an hour drive. Don’t worry about school today; I’ll excuse you for a few days. So kick your feet up, get comfy, and watch some movies.
                                                                                        The Best Principal in the World,
                                                                                                      Mitchell 
    Nevaeh grinned like a fool in love as she released the breath she had took in. Mitchell had truly proven to be a gentleman in every way possible. Slipping out of the bed,