Free Wanted - Dead or Alive: A Bad Boy Outlaw Romance by Alyssa Alpha Page B

involved in?
    I need to channel the sexy, confident stripper that I just managed to portray up on the stage. That girl would be able to take this guy down with a few scathing words, but she seems to have deserted me.
    How the hell did I become her? I guess it was because I was thinking about Dexter; about his hands and his cock. Oh, that cock…
    I might not have managed to get fully acquainted with his penis, but I’d seen it throbbing in all its glory, and it isn’t an exaggeration to say that it would have filled me up quite nicely. I was imagining the orgasm he gave me with his fingers last night, intensified tenfold. That’s what I thought sex with him would be like.
    Not that I’m at all thinking about finding out…
    “Yes,” I manage to purr.
    The club owner laughs loudly, which isn’t the reaction I was hoping for. Oh god, is my attempt at being sexy really that funny? That’s the last thing a girl ever wants to hear. That’s the sort of thing that can put a girl off sex for life.
    “Is that right?” he drawls, drawing closer to me. “I was under the impression that you were here for something quite different.”
    He breathes those last words into my ear, making my heart flutter frantically.
    What the hell does he mean by that? What could he think I’m here for, if not a stripping job? Oh God, he doesn’t mean…? No, of course not…he couldn’t actually think that I’m here for sex, could he?
    The look in his eyes says otherwise.
    Crap. How the hell am I going to get out of this one?
    I feel my body scuttle backwards in my chair, and then, the owner lets out a loud, booming laugh once more. “Nicolette always said that you were funny,” he says.
    “Ni…Nicolette?” Relief floods through every inch of me. He knows why I’m really here; he was just playing a twisted game with me.
    “Yes. That’s why you’re here, right?” He turns back to face me directly. There’s a naughty twinkle glinting in his eye.
    I nod, too stunned to speak.
    “I’ve seen your picture before, so I know who you are. You do know that she’s alive, don’t you? I know there was some drama in the past with that fuckwit she was dating.”
    His tone turns more than a little sour at this, and I can tell he had no time for Ryan either. I wonder if he ever told her to get the hell away from him. I know I certainly did. The only problem with Nicolette is that she’s far too stubborn to ever listen to anyone.
    “Y…yeah, Karma told me. She said that she’s with a bouncer now?”
    “Lucas is a good guy,” he says firmly. His expression is deadly serious.
    “Okay…” I want to ask when I can see her, but something about that question feels oddly inappropriate.
    The club owner sighs deeply, which suggests that he’s about to tell me something that I’m not going to like. “Look…Willa, is it?” He doesn’t wait for my reply. “Your sister is safe, I can guarantee you that. She would be happy for me to tell you that, but she wouldn’t want me to say anymore. I know for a fact that she doesn’t want you involved in any of this. She would explicitly tell me to tell you to stay out, back off if you don’t want any trouble. This is not the sort of thing for you to be getting involved in, okay?”
    My body freezes, like I’m an ice cube stuck to the seat. I’m consumed by a chill, and it takes a few moments for me to even begin to respond.
    “No,”” I reply firmly, ignoring the wobble in my voice. “No.”
    “No?” He smiles at me. “No isn’t an answer. I’m respecting your sister’s wishes.” He stands up and indicates towards the door. “Now, if you’d like me to see you out—”
    “No!” I say, my body jolting out of my seat as I cut him off. “I did not go through all of that; I did not do all that I’ve done, just to be turned away. You need to tell me everything you know, and you need to tell me now.”
    I start to slam my hands down on his desk, no longer afraid of the fact that he’s