Once I was home and changed I really had to evaluate if I was going mental. I am the last person on earth who should be teasing anyone. Let alone playing along with someone who I'm sure is at least 50 times more experienced than me and openly admitted to his knife kink. I took in a deep breath and let it out. I dont know what came over me but I do know its not going to happen again. I'm a 24 year old virgin who's stayed as far away from men and the idea of sex as humanly possible most of my life. I had no business being that up close and personal with a 6" something heavily tattooed biker who'd eat me up and spit me out. I took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Why am I worried about it? It's not like I was going to be seeing again him anytime soon nor did I have interest in seeing him again.

I woke up to banging on my front door. I groaned, rolling out of my bed. I pulled on a pair of shorts before walking to the front door. I looked through the peep hole and rolled my eyes before opening the door. "You literally have a key." I groaned. "We drank our weight in liquor last night and we're still up before you. And you have my keys." Maya said, pushing the oversized sunglasses to the top of her head. I rubbed my eyes, walking into my kitchen to grab a red bull and chugged it quickly. "So... wanna tell me what happened last night?" Spencer asked, sitting on the couch and giving me a smug look. "What are you talking about? What happened last night?" Maya asked, confused. "Well I went out to give our dear Lilith the keys last night and Ry was all but on top of her lip locked." Mayas eyes bulged out of her head and she looked at me. "He's kidding, right?" My cheeks burned slightly involuntarily and I crossed my arms. "He's being dramatic, it wasn't like that." "You're blushing!" She screamed then immediately grabbed her head, cradling it.

"Well whatever happened last night between you two you certainly left an impression." "What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, trying my best to sound unbothered but I couldn't help the fact something stirred inside of me. "I dont think I've ever seen a woman turn down Orion. He asked me about you last night. I didn't tell him much though." He shrugged. "Good. I'm none of his business. And as I told him, I'm uninterested." "When I'm not hungover, we are talking about this." Maya said as stern as she could muster at the moment. I laughed lightly. "There's going to be nothing to talk about. Nothing happened and nothings going to happen."

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I pulled into work and sipped on my sweet tea, starring at the building. Everyday that I come here I have to strongly question wether or not its worth it. But, at the end of the day it usually is. There's no other job that would pay me as much to work a few days a week. And that's because men are simple creatures. Even though they know women only flirt with them for a bigger tip they'll still happily pay the price. Show a little skin and they're willing to pay your rent for the next three months. I put my hair up and grabbed my purse before walking in.

"Hey Lily!" My favorite bartender greeted me. I gave him a smile, walking to the counter. "Slow night?" I asked. He shrugged. "We've got five parties coming in in an hour or so. I figured you'd wanna get in on that." He shot me a playful wink and I laughed. "You know me so well. Ill be back in a few." I went into the back room, put my purse in my locker and took off my hoodie. I tucked my phone into my back pocket and went back out behind the bar with Jace. "Who else is working tonight?" I asked as I looped a black hand towel through my belt loop. "Um, Sandy's here, Kate and Mason is wandering around somewhere." He said, finishing up making three Malibu sunsets for the women sat ogling him at the bar. I nodded. Not a bad line up for the night. "You look good tonight." He commented. I had on a tight black corset style top that showed off my tattoos beautifully and made my tits look impeccable if I do say so. Then I just had on black ripped jeans and a pair of vans with my hair up in a clip and my usual work makeup. I hummed. "Yeah?" I smirked, leaning against the counter. He chuckled, nodding.

As much as it started slow Jace was right, this is going to be a great tip night. All of my parties were very happy and I was raking in the cash tips with my vip tables. I was rather happy. I made it back to the bar, taking a breath after 3 of my tables had finally left. "Not to burst your bubble but there's a group of guys requesting you." Mason said. I took my minute of leave to chug down my third Red Bull of the evening. "Are they regulars?" I asked, washing my hands. "Ive never seen them before. But he was very adamant that he only wanted you. Even scared Sandy away." I felt a chill run down my spine. It can't be right? He wouldn't have come to my job. How would he even know where I work? Spencer would never tell him, he knows I have strong boundaries. "I'm sorry, you said he scared her away?" I asked and he shrugged. "Her words. They're over in the corner."

The closer I got to the table the more I had a feeling in my gut. I shook it off as best as possible as I finally came face to face with gorgeous green eyes. His lips twitched up into a smirk as his eyes scanned down my body. "Just the lady I was hoping to see." He spoke confidently, making eye contact again. "I thought I said I wasn't interested. Yet here you are, messing with my tips and scaring off my coworkers." I said just as confidently. He chuckled, leaning forward. "And I told you that I am interested. As for tips, no worries there love, I'll make sure you're taken care of. And I didn't ask for that other girl, I asked for you." He said the last sentence in a deeper, more possessive tone. I raised my eyebrows. "Now, I've patiently waited an hour for you, and I'm not a patient man. We would like your top shelf bourbon." He said, sliding a black Amex across the table. I picked it up gracefully, not breaking eye contact. "Glasses or bottle?" He flashed a smile. "A bottle will do, love." I nodded, turning on my heels to walk back to the bar. "What the fuck man, is that the chick Spencer brought to the party last night?" I heard one of his friends ask and he hummed.

"Whats up with them?" Mason asked as I swiped his card. I added a bottle of Old Rip Van Winkle 23 year family selection. It's not our most expensive bourbon whiskey but it is a personal favorite and its not cheap per say. "A friend of a friend." I said simply. He chuckled. "You have friends?" He said playfully and I glared at him. "A couple." I said passing him to go grab the bottle. I set the new bottle On the tray and set up 4 glasses. Mason placed ice spheres in each one and I lifted the tray and made my way back to the table. "Here you are." I placed everything on the table and Orion looked up at me. "Can you pour this for us, love?" "If you'd like me to." He smirked. "Oh I'd very much enjoy that." I sat the tray on the table next to them and grabbed the bottle. My shirt was serving its intended purpose and I could just feel eyes on them as I leaned over the table. And more than one set. I filled the glasses and topped the bottle back up before stepping back from the table, feeling a little hot and bothered.

"Satisfied?" I asked, grabbing the tray. He leaned back, taking a long sip from his glass. "Not quite. But the bourbons nice, you have good taste." All of his friends stayed silent and observed the interaction between us. "Can I get you gentleman anything else?" I asked, directing my attention to them. One guy spoke up. "Are your vip rooms still open for the evening?" He asked and I smirked. "Absolutely. Do you have a preference?" I asked. Our vip rooms are more along the lines of private booths with a dancer. And I do mean a legit dancer. We are a very nice upscale lounge. "No preferences. Boys?" He asked, looking to the two other men, avoiding glancing at Orion. "I really love a fat ass." One replied crudely. I was used to it though. I nodded. "Understood. Room three should be right up your alley. No touching and tips are not optional." The original guy who brought it up smirked, sliding out of the booth. "Understood. For your troubles." He said, placing a hundred on the tray in my hands. I nodded to them as they left, making their way to the vip area.

My attention turned back to the bright, captivating pools of evergreen and I leaned against the side of the booth opposite of him. "How did you find where I worked? I know Spencer respects my boundaries more than that." He chuckled, finishing what was in his glass, pouring another. "You look fantastic tonight." He said, eying me up and down again. "Ive been told. Stalking me?' He laughed again. "I know people." He said simply. I hummed, nodding. "Well then. If you'll excuse me, more money awaits me." I turned around and only made it two steps before I heard, "How much?" I spun sharply, facing him. "Excuse me?" He rolled his eyes, running his hand across his jaw. "What would it take for you to sit and humor me with a drink." He reached into the pocket of his leather jacket and pulled out a stack of money. He didn't make it seem like no was an option on the table so I figured id play his game. "Why don't you tell me how much its worth to you." I challenged. His eyes darkened and he threw the whole stack down, pushing it towards me. I did my best at hiding the shock on my face. He's got to be kidding, right? "I'm a man of my word, angel." He said smoothly. I glanced from the money to him and set the tray back on the other table, picking up the $100 from the other guy and sliding it into my top.

I went back to the bar and grabbed a glass with ice. "What's going on over there?" Mason asked, eyeing me suspiciously. "Ill let you know when I find out." I said, walking back over to him. I slid in across from him and pushed the glass forward. His lips curled upwards and he popped open the bottle, pouring me a drink and placing it in front of me. "What a gentleman." I mumbled, wrapping my hand around it. He eyed me as if he was studying me. It was giving me time to freely study him. His dark hair, the two x's tattooed under his ear, his soft stubble, the tattoos on his hands, his long tattooed fingers, the rings that adorned those long tattooed fingers. My eyes fixated on his hands for longer than I should have let myself because I began imagining how they'd feel pressed into my skin and inside me. I may be inexperienced sexually but I am no stranger to self pleasure. And I would be filing these images away in my brain for later. Lord knows I'd need it, just the idea of him coming to find me because I turned down his offer to stay the night with him made my body....'excited' to say the least.

"You're the first person to turn down a night with me in a long long time." He finally said, swirling his glass around. I laughed, looking up at him. "Is that what this is about? Is your ego hurt? You had pick of the litter last night." A smile cracked on his face and he hummed. "Watching me?" He asked cockily. "Mainly watching the two girls who showed up with different guys throw themselves at you. I'm sure they would have made you very pleased." "Girls like them hang around us because they like the rush. They want the danger. They're not anything I'm interested in." I laughed.

Of course I knew stories about them from Spencer. From what I had heard the man sitting in front of me was familiar with death and violence, it was his second nature. You'd think women that are looking for a rush or a little bit of danger would be right up his alley. But then again guys like him love the chase and once they catch you it's over before it begins.

I leaned forward, my leg unintentionally brushing against his under the table. I'd be lying to myself if I said it didn't give me a burst of excitement. "Trust me when I say I'm not what you want either. I am not the type of person who you're looking to have a one night stand with." I said finishing my drink and sliding towards the edge of the seat. He slid towards the edge too, leaning in closer. His hand grabbed my thigh to stop me from standing, paralyzing me for a minute. "That's what you think. But I just know behind that bold front you're putting up you're thinking of all the ways I would use you." I swallowed hard as his hand inched higher and squeezed my thigh tighter, nudging my legs further apart with his knee. He leaned in even closer, a smirk plastered on his features. "I bet your little cunt is wet for me right now and I've hardly even touched you." He all but whispered in my ear. That snapped me out of my thoughts and I stood abruptly. "There are plenty of other women who can peak your interest here tonight. Go find one, because I'm not it." I turned and walked away, leaving him and the money at the table.

There are men out there who actually speak like that? Sure I'd seen it watching porn or in books but I was baffled to hear it in person. Nonetheless directed at me. I've never been in a situation like that before and it had my anxiety racing and my stomach tied in knots. But the worse part is I knew when I was alone in bed tonight everything he did and said would be replaying in my head.