Free Electrified by Rachel Blaufeld, Pam Berehulke

long limbs, firm and toned, yet feminine. He couldn’t think about anything other than running his tongue up and down the length of her smooth skin.
    Her body was soft in all the right places, especially her eyes. There was an understanding and a softness about them, as though she deeply cared about the crowd watching her dance. Sienna made each and every person in the audience feel special and unique. It was such a contradiction to what she did for a living, but it made Sienna Flower who she was. A stripper with the most trusting eyes he’d ever seen, making him wonder what she would be like in person, one-on-one.
    With his head filled with floating images of Sienna dancing and batting her long lashes over her seductive blue eyes, Carson could no longer even stomach the thought of taking Lucinda upstairs.
    Not because she wasn’t good-looking. Lucinda had matured into a beautiful woman, but she was so hard and direct, practically begging him to fuck her, that he couldn’t get away from her fast enough.
    When he finally reached his breaking point, he said, “Lucinda, it was so great seeing you, catching up and all, but I’m afraid I’m not very good company. I’m flat-out exhausted from all the travel I’ve been doing, and I have to catch some shut-eye.”
    She pouted like a schoolgirl.
    From the corner of his eye, Carson could see Victor containing his laugh by covering his mouth with his hand, then pretending to cough.
    “Well, let’s at least exchange numbers,” she suggested coyly. “Maybe we’ll cross paths again?”
    The woman just won’t take no for an answer. Unbelievable.
    “You know what?” He shook his head, then stared straight into her eyes. “It’s not going to work. I’m married to my job these days.” He picked up his drink and downed it, signaled to Victor for the bill, and gave Lucinda an apologetic half smile.
    Lucinda stood up, her shoulders straight and rigid, but the quaver in her voice betrayed her. “I see. Well, it was nice to catch up with you, Carson. Safe travels.” She then swept past him regally, holding her head high as she walked quickly away.
    Watching her leave, he mumbled under his breath, “Hope you find your happiness.”
    Exhausted from their exchange, Carson ended up going to his room all by himself as he’d originally planned, then proceeded to toss and turn in his hotel room’s king-sized bed.
    He couldn’t get settled over the fact he had turned down a woman who was ready, willing, and able, all because she seemed too direct, available, and loose. He hadn’t been one bit attracted to the woman throwing herself at him.
    Which was somewhat ironic considering the fact that he was fixated on a stripper. Didn’t women who shed their clothes for a crowd say Please fuck me in not so many words?
    Not Sienna. No, she was a different story altogether, and he was going to uncover it and take a big bite. Maybe even two or three bites, but that was it.
    He wouldn’t bite off more than he could chew. Just enough to satiate his appetite.
    On that note, it wasn’t until morning Carson felt himself begin to relax. Just before he thought he was about to drop off to sleep, he decided he would get in a long workout tomorrow—although technically it was already today—before he headed back to the Tunnel that night.
    It was a good plan in theory. Unfortunately, Sienna insinuated herself in his thoughts once again, and sleep still eluded him.

Friday night, after Sienna’s first performance
     
    B ACK IN her dressing room after her performance, Sienna sat down at her vanity while sipping from a bottled water, thinking of him . She picked up a towel, and was running it over her damp body when she heard a commotion outside her dressing room. When she peeked outside her door, she found Big Mike arguing with their newest bouncer, Billy, a young guy who was working on his criminology degree at University of Nevada, Las Vegas.
    “I’m sorry, man,” Billy was saying. “That guy