Ruthless King

And find some disinfectant to clean this place. Kimmy moved her top up with another giggle. Jilly wanted to warn her that Santé didn’t like them having anyone back here. No family, no clients, no boyfriends.

But she bit her tongue. It wasn’t her business.

“Sorry again,” the man said, holding out his hand. “I’m Trip, by the way.”

“Um, yeah, Nyx.” She shook his hand. Ouch. That was some grip he had on him.

“Interesting name.”

Kind of ironic coming from a guy named Trip.

“It’s a fake one, silly,” Kimmy said, slapping Trip’s chest.

Hmm, for a moment, his smile dropped. He didn’t seem to like that.

“Nyx here is Mrs. Mysterious. She doesn’t want anyone to know her real identity.”

No, she didn’t.

Luckily, all of her stuff was in her locker and there wasn’t anything lying around that could identify her.

“How mysterious,” he murmured. “Have a good night, Nyx.”

Jilly shook off the weird feeling she got from him and locked the door behind them with a sigh of relief.

Now she had to clean the room before she got ready. Who knew what they’d touched?

Awesome.

Nyx was backon stage and he couldn’t help but be mesmerized. Her movements took him away from the dark, seedy strip club he was sitting in.

His dick grew hard. That was disconcerting. That never happened without his express permission. Not since he was younger.

He’d always had tight control over himself. Maxim liked to joke that a good fuck might help him loosen up. But Regent didn’t want a quick, pointless fuck.

“Hello, the boss said you want a private lap dance with Jingles.”

He looked up at the man standing next to him. He was a big guy with a shaved head and tattoos up his neck. Intimidating. No-nonsense.

A good choice.

Regent nodded and stood, ready to follow him out the back where the lap dances happened. He had a mental map of this place. He tried to never go anywhere where he didn’t know all the exits and hidden nooks.

Victor walked beside him.

They moved past the front of the stage, and Nyx seemed to pause when she saw him.

That was odd.

He glanced up at her . . . there was definitely something about her. Something that pulled at him. But she quickly turned away before he could work it out.

Where would he have seen her before? Who was she?

“That dancer up there,” he said. “Nyx? Does she do private dances?”

“Nope.”

“Not even for extra? I’d be willing to pay twice as much as the usual fee.”