pry.”
“No, it’s fine.”
Emma nervously played with her thumbs again, and he noticed her scrunching up her nose. It was kind of cute. “Our inheritance is barely enough to cover Lizzy’s tuition, which is why I have to work, to cover everything else.”
Nicholas gave a step forward, and narrowed his eyes. “In other words you are sacrificing your future for hers?”
Emma tried to look anywhere but directly at him, but he was suddenly so captivated and intrigued by her that he had his gaze fixed on hers, forcing her to look at him.
“I do what I have to do. I’m all Lizzy has, and I’m the only one who can take care of her.”
“But who takes care of you?”
A long moment passed between them where they just continued to stare at each other. If Nicholas didn’t know any better, he’d say that they kind of had a moment, but then she abruptly pulled back.
“I should…I should get back to work.”
“Emma…”
She had already dashed off, heading inside the house. Nicholas just stood there and realized that there might just be more to the maid with the dainty freckles and beautiful eyes than he thought.
Chapter 5
IT was Saturday night and Emma had just arrived at the club. The past week had gone by so fast, and luckily she hadn’t seen Nicholas since their little stroll in the garden on Monday. She had only heard the other maids talk about Nicholas and his father’s little spat about the big bleach stain on the carpet in the foyer. Turned out that Nicholas told his dad he went on a drunken bender and decided that the old rag— as Nicholas had put it—needed a little make-over. Emma had to hide her smile when she heard the others talk.
But there was no denying it. Emma could not stop thinking about Nicholas and those piercing blue eyes that managed to pull her in every time she looked at them.
“Hey, Harvey,” Emma greeted the bouncer standing by the back entrance.
“Hey, Cinderella-girl. How are you this evening?”
Harvey was a big guy, but he had a heart of gold. He treated every girl in this club like they were gems. He was also in charge of security and took his job very seriously when it came to the safety of all the girls.
“I’m good, thanks, Harvey. How’s the night going so far? Busy?” Emma walked up and he held the door open for her.
“Very busy. It’s the end of the month, so the guys are just itching to toss their cash around.”
Now normally Emma would be happy to hear that since it would mean more money in her pocket. But tonight, not so much. Tonight she lacked her usual motivation . Ever since last Saturday and her hot and heady encounter with Mr. Blake, she just could not imagine herself dancing for anyone else and actually be good at it. One thing she had learned during her time as a stripper was that if you pretended to enjoy it, to love every move and to seem like you relished the fact that they lusted after you, wanted you in every way possible, then you would own every client that walked through those doors.
But tonight, all Emma could think about was how much she did enjoy the fact that Mr. Blake—Nicholas—loved every move she made. The thought of him lusting after her—and she definitely felt the evidence of that lust—had every inch of her body coiled tight. Just thinking about that night had her all hot and bothered. There was no pretending from her side, she loved dancing for him. And now, the thought of dancing for someone else just did not appeal to her at all.
“You have a good night now, Cinderella. Be safe.” Harvey winked at her, but she noticed the slight look of concern on his face. There was no doubt that in this line of work there were certain dangers. In the few months that Emma had been stripping, there were two cases when Harvey and the rest of the security crew had to save girls from stalking perverts. One of the girls ended up seriously injured, and she was never seen at the club again.
“I will.”
Emma walked down the halls of
“No, it’s fine.”
Emma nervously played with her thumbs again, and he noticed her scrunching up her nose. It was kind of cute. “Our inheritance is barely enough to cover Lizzy’s tuition, which is why I have to work, to cover everything else.”
Nicholas gave a step forward, and narrowed his eyes. “In other words you are sacrificing your future for hers?”
Emma tried to look anywhere but directly at him, but he was suddenly so captivated and intrigued by her that he had his gaze fixed on hers, forcing her to look at him.
“I do what I have to do. I’m all Lizzy has, and I’m the only one who can take care of her.”
“But who takes care of you?”
A long moment passed between them where they just continued to stare at each other. If Nicholas didn’t know any better, he’d say that they kind of had a moment, but then she abruptly pulled back.
“I should…I should get back to work.”
“Emma…”
She had already dashed off, heading inside the house. Nicholas just stood there and realized that there might just be more to the maid with the dainty freckles and beautiful eyes than he thought.
Chapter 5
IT was Saturday night and Emma had just arrived at the club. The past week had gone by so fast, and luckily she hadn’t seen Nicholas since their little stroll in the garden on Monday. She had only heard the other maids talk about Nicholas and his father’s little spat about the big bleach stain on the carpet in the foyer. Turned out that Nicholas told his dad he went on a drunken bender and decided that the old rag— as Nicholas had put it—needed a little make-over. Emma had to hide her smile when she heard the others talk.
But there was no denying it. Emma could not stop thinking about Nicholas and those piercing blue eyes that managed to pull her in every time she looked at them.
“Hey, Harvey,” Emma greeted the bouncer standing by the back entrance.
“Hey, Cinderella-girl. How are you this evening?”
Harvey was a big guy, but he had a heart of gold. He treated every girl in this club like they were gems. He was also in charge of security and took his job very seriously when it came to the safety of all the girls.
“I’m good, thanks, Harvey. How’s the night going so far? Busy?” Emma walked up and he held the door open for her.
“Very busy. It’s the end of the month, so the guys are just itching to toss their cash around.”
Now normally Emma would be happy to hear that since it would mean more money in her pocket. But tonight, not so much. Tonight she lacked her usual motivation . Ever since last Saturday and her hot and heady encounter with Mr. Blake, she just could not imagine herself dancing for anyone else and actually be good at it. One thing she had learned during her time as a stripper was that if you pretended to enjoy it, to love every move and to seem like you relished the fact that they lusted after you, wanted you in every way possible, then you would own every client that walked through those doors.
But tonight, all Emma could think about was how much she did enjoy the fact that Mr. Blake—Nicholas—loved every move she made. The thought of him lusting after her—and she definitely felt the evidence of that lust—had every inch of her body coiled tight. Just thinking about that night had her all hot and bothered. There was no pretending from her side, she loved dancing for him. And now, the thought of dancing for someone else just did not appeal to her at all.
“You have a good night now, Cinderella. Be safe.” Harvey winked at her, but she noticed the slight look of concern on his face. There was no doubt that in this line of work there were certain dangers. In the few months that Emma had been stripping, there were two cases when Harvey and the rest of the security crew had to save girls from stalking perverts. One of the girls ended up seriously injured, and she was never seen at the club again.
“I will.”
Emma walked down the halls of
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