“I’m a cake popper,” she said defensively.
“A cake popper?”
“I pop out of the cake, and then I do one dance for the groom and then I leave. I’m not going to blow anyone and—”
“Blow anyone?” What the hell was going on here? “How long have you been doing this, Miss Waldron?”
“That’s none of your bus—” Before she could finish the word, she stumbled over her own high heel and fell onto my lap.
My hands automatically reached out to steady her, and the feel of her warm skin under my fingers was enough to drive me crazy. She was absolutely beautiful and curvy in ways that I wanted to explore all night long. My finger ran down her thigh.
She jumped up and off my lap. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“I was just helping you. You fell onto me.”
“I’m not thinking you’re helping me, Mr. McAllister. I’m—”
“What’s going on over there, Abby?” The cute Asian chick glared at Abby. I had a feeling this wasn’t going to be going down well for her.
“I’m just dancing—”
“Well, finish your dance and then leave,” the lady said and then turned to the tall statuesque blonde.
“I can’t believe it. I mean, I knew she seemed nervous, but she’s so unprofessional. Who is Catalina hiring these days?”
“I know.” The blonde rolled her eyes and then looked over at me. She winked at me and licked her lips then pushed her index finger into her mouth and sucked on it. I knew what that meant. She was offering to give me a blow job, not that I would ever want a blow job from her. I wasn’t into strippers or exotic dancers. I knew she wasn’t interested in me. She’d probably blow every guy at this party if she could. Thank God Kent loved his fiancée and would never do anything. His friends would probably pay for a blow job and maybe even more, but I didn’t care about them.
“Kent, are you ready to leave yet?” I turned to my brother.
“What, you’re not having fun?” Kent’s face was bright with excitement. “Today has been absolutely epic.”
“Do you think your fiancée is going to think that?”
“She’ll be fine. It’s not like I’m doing anything,” he laughed. “Enjoy your dance from the stripper.”
“I’m not a stripper!” Abby snapped.
“Now, now, Abby,” I whispered, “is that any way to talk to your clients?”
She glared at me defiantly. She turned around, bent over, and started shaking her ass in my face and it was all I could do to not slap that behind of hers. I couldn’t believe I was seeing her almost naked and I couldn’t believe how hard I was getting just watching her. I wanted to fuck her. And I couldn’t lie to myself, I wanted a lot more than I was getting right now, but I didn’t want to cross that line professionally. It was a hard position to be in—pun intended. If I crossed that line with her, it would be very, very hard to come back from it.
“Okay, Miss Waldron,” I said. “You need to leave now.”
“But—”
“But nothing.” I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her towards me. Again, she fell onto my lap, and I wondered if she was doing that on purpose. Her breasts pressed against my chest and I could feel her heart racing. As she pulled back from me slightly, her hands were against my shoulders and she looked into my eyes. This time, they were focused on my face.
“This is so embarrassing,” she mumbled.
“I take it you can see me now.”
“Yes, I can see,” she said, mere inches from my face. “You need to get your hands off of me.”
“You’re lucky that my hands aren’t in other places, Miss Waldron.”
“Don’t you dare even think about—”
“Don’t I dare even think about what?” I ran my fingers down her naked back.
“Mr. McAllister!”
I shifted slightly in the seat so that she was now sitting on my cock, and I knew she could feel my hardness. Her eyes widened as she felt me beneath her. “Like what you feel, Abby?” I said softly.
“This is so inappropriate,” she whispered.
“It may be inappropriate, Abby, but that’s because of you,” I said. “Don’t I pay you enough to not have to be an exotic dancer?”
“I told you, I’m not an exotic dancer. I’m—”
“I know, you’re a cake popper, whatever that means,” I cut her off. “This is the last time you do this job. Do you hear me?”
“You can’t tell me what to do!” she snapped.
“I think you’ll find that I can. If you read your contract correctly, I own you.”
“You don’t own me.”
“I don’t own you technically, but I do control what you do outside of the office and what other jobs you can have. And this is a job that you will have to quit.”
“But I just started today,” she pouted.
“You just started today?” I raised an eyebrow, my heart thudding. “Why? Don’t I pay you enough?”
“It’s not about the money,” she paused. “Well, it is about the money, but it’s not because you don’t pay me enough. It’s because I have a lot more debt, and I frankly want to leave your job as soon as possible.”
“You don’t like working for me?” I was surprised. All my assistants had wanted to work for me. I was the one who had fired them. It was interesting to me that she was trying to get out of the job, whereas I was the one that wanted to keep her.
“You’re an asshole, sir. Excuse me if I’m honest.”
She shifted again and I groaned as her warm pussy rubbed my cock. I grabbed her hips and moved her back-and-forth slightly so that she was gyrating into my lap.
“What are you doing, Mr. McAllister?”
Nothing,” I said softly. “Just listening to you tell me about how much you want to leave my employment.”
“Mr. McAllister, this is very, very inappropriate.”
“How many times are you going to say that, Abby?” I leaned forward and kissed her on the side of her neck.
“Mr. McAllister!” she hissed. But her voice was husky, and I could feel her heart racing even faster now.
So was mine. I wanted to kiss her neck … and so much more. My gaze trailed from her face to her breasts and down to her long legs. I then lifted her up and set her on her feet, standing as I did so. I grabbed her hand and walked her over to the side of the room.
“You’re done now, Abby,” I said.
“You’re not my boss here, Mr. McAllister. I—”
“You’re done,” I said. “My driver will take you home. Grab your stuff and go.”
“I can get home by myself.”
“You can’t even see, Abby.” I shook my head. “I would take you home myself, but this is my brother’s bachelor party, and I can’t leave. I’ll see you first thing in the morning.”
“But—”
“But nothing. Go now before I do something we’ll both regret.” She hesitated, her chin lifted obstinately in the air. I knew she was thinking about arguing with me, but she obviously thought better of it.