Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend (9 page)

"Ha. No, Pix."

"Did you pickpocket an old ladies wallet?"

I heard him chuckling before I heard him say, "No."

"Did you lie to someone?"

"I don't think so."

"Well, did you kill a person? Or play a bad prank? Or scream your hard rock music too loud?"

"One of The Club's girls gave me a blow job and I imagined it was you."

My eyes bugged out of my head for a moment before I felt my heart squeeze. I didn’t understand that feeling. Was I angry? A little, maybe. Did I have a right to be? No. Of course I didn’t. I made it clear we were friends and that all.

Then why the hell was a tear streaming down my face?

What? I placed my hand up to my cheek and swiped away the tear that came down. I had no right to feel hurt or betrayed. Didn’t I just say I knew the type of guy Dax was? Why would a guy like that change? Why would someone that hot want someone challenging and independent when he could have ten girls who could easily give him whatever he needed any time, with a snap of his fingers?

“Pixie?”

I mean look at me. I was probably what most guys thought homely and shy. Nothing to look at and be instantly in love. I’ve never even been in love. Lust? Eh. No one ever caught my interest, until Dax. I couldn’t let us be more than friends. Better to keep my heart safe.

“Scarlet! Answer me, babe.”

Babe? Ugh. Deep breath. Get over it. You know your limits now. Friends. Just friends.

“I’m here, Dax. Sorry. That just kind of shocked me, I guess. Blunt. A little too much information though for this virgin’s ears, I might add.”

“Wait. You’re not upset?”

Yes. I really, really was.

“No. Should I be? We’re friends, Dax. You can tell me anything.”

“Even the part where I was day dreaming it was you?”

I knew he heard the intake of breath I took. He pretended like it was me? For some sick reason, I didn’t feel as bad.

What the hell? Ugh. I was not one of those girls. Waiting to get a bone thrown at them every time master wanted to play.

“Yeah, you can day dream all you want, Dax. Won’t make a difference in our friendship.”

“Uh. Okay. Sorry. Yes, that was too much information. Friends. Fucking idiot.”

That last word I barely heard. Was he disappointed? Upset that I drew a firm line? Was he mad that even though we were friends, that he would just leave and then go find a piece to satisfy himself and I wouldn’t think exactly what I pictured a guy like him to be? Yeah, well. A girl had to draw a line somewhere.

“I pegged you Dax from the beginning, remember? I knew the kind of guy you were. You even told me the type of girl’s you went for. It’s okay. Friends.”

“Stop with the ‘friends’ this and ‘friends’ that shit. You know I want to be more.”

“Dax, I don’t know anything. You might want in my panties, but I don’t know what you really want. I don’t understand the opposite sex. I’ve never had a boyfriend. The only time I went out on a date, it was my first and last. It was a homecoming game and I went with a band nerd. He was a nice guy. Did I fall for him? No. I don’t let myself get close enough to be hurt. So what you do in your own time? Is yours. I’m not going to be hurt by what you do. We are friends. I don’t want anything more than a friendship with you, Declan. So if you can’t handle that? Then…then maybe we should just say bye right now.”

“No. Fuck no I don’t want that. Damn, Scarlet. What are you so fucking afraid of?”

I took the phone away from my ear and looked at it like it was a ticking time bomb. Afraid?

“I’m not afraid, Dax.”

“You’re not afraid? Is that right?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s fucking bullshit.”

Click.

Yeah, that’s right. I hung up on his ass. How dare he say that? What could I possibly be afraid of? I barely knew this guy. What right did he have? Calling me out like that. Asshat. Bossy-caveman-sexy-asshat.

My phone started vibrating again. Nope. Not answering. I needed to get some sleep. Tomorrow was a big day for me. The phone stopped and I heard in the headphones a dinging sound and since I was a glutton for punishment, I looked at the message.

Dax: Don’t hang up on me again. Get some rest.

Don’t text back. Do not text back. Shit. I was texting back.

Bite me. And I will, I have a big day tomorrow.

Dax: I will as soon as I get the opportunity. Don’t roll your eyes.

I’m not.

Dax: Yes you are, but that’s OK. Goodnight, Pixie.

So, he thought calling me Pixie would put him back in my good graces after his little outburst? I didn’t think so.

Dax: Pixie, say goodnight back to me.

Why should I? I don’t understand why he’s so damn persistent. I set my phone down, plugged my earbuds back in and set a softer mood to go to sleep to. I started my cool down playlist and set the sound on medium when my phone dinged again. Ugh. I just want to sleep.

Dax: Pixie, I’m sorry. I don’t want to ruin this. I fucked up. Please. Just, please don’t end this.

Sigh.

I didn’t either. Even though he was a complete asshat, and womanizer, I didn’t want this, whatever this was, ruined and ended either.

I don’t either. Just, if you’re gonna do things like that, I’d rather not know. Okay?

Dax: They won’t.

Okay, if you say so.

Dax: I promise.

Yeah, but what good are promises when the person already let you down?

Dax

Why did I get the feeling that she didn’t really believe me? How could I have been so stupid?

Fuck. I’m such a fucking stupid-ass idiot. I threw my phone on the king size bed and went to go take a shower.

I felt…dirty. Like I should be ashamed. I was. I mean, what I did was a dick move. I should’ve just went home. She pegged me as
that
guy? Hell. I shouldn’t be feeling like this.

It’s not like she wanted to be more than friends. At least right now. I wanted her. I wanted her more than anyone I’ve ever wanted before.

And what the fuck was up with that song? ‘Bartender? I can’t believe I fucking downloaded that song. Now I’m going to have that in my phone forever. I could delete it, but I paid for it.

It wasn’t that bad of a song, but now every time I heard it, I was going to think she never wanted this friendship to even happen.

Friendship…fuck my life. I wanted her to be more than a fucking friend. I wanted her underneath me. I wanted her tied up on my wrought iron king size bed, her sweet ass in the air as I showed her how much playing with the darker side of sex could be fun. Her beautiful blonde mane in my grip. I wanted to kiss those pouty, plump lips until they were swollen and red from kissing her. I wanted to see her flawless, peach skin bare so I could lick and suck my way up and down her body. Biting and teasing those hard, little berries for nipples. I bet her body would be perfect under mine.

Friendship…I didn’t want that. Like I said, I’ve never had a chick that was strictly friends only. I couldn’t do it.

What was she so damn afraid of? I knew why she was that way on the phone. Aloof and distant. Then I just had to tell her what I did at The Club, didn’t I? Fuck. In a way I didn’t want to tell her, but something inside me told me I was a horrible man for leaving Scarlet at her house, then going to The Club. Not that I even went there for a girl. Well, maybe I did at first thought because there was just no way I felt so fucking frustrated by one lone girl. I mean, she was a virgin for crissakes. But as soon as I got there, the only thing I wanted was a damn drink.

It’s not like I meant for that bitch to blow me. She said she ‘had me pegged’? That sucked big fucking monkey dick. Was I that kinda guy?

Yeah, I was. I got pussy at the drop of a hat. Whenever I wanted it, and when I had a girl for a time, I usually picked one from The Club and used the room that belonged to me. I took them blindfolded, tied, and used my array of toys on them. They knew exactly what they were getting into when they entered this club. Girls at The Club liked to play, and when a Dom took them, they understood the rules. It was consensual, safe, and wicked sexy.

Was I going to change for this girl? This All-American-Miss-Apple-Pie? Could I change? Become soft? No. I couldn’t do soft.

Thinking about touching Scarlet, running my hands all over her creamy skin. With her being prone to blush, it would be so easy to make her skin flush with anticipation. She was a virgin. No man has ever seen her naked. I would be the first.

That’s the thought that made my dick stiffen to steel. To be the first man to feel her body, to be the first man to push inside her tight warmth. I placed one hand against the bathroom tile, and palmed my dick with the other. I wouldn’t even need to use toys either. Just to feel the tight grip of her pussy on my dick would feel fucking amazing. Her vagina sucking my dick deep inside. My hands gripping her hips as I penetrated inside her. I could just see her breasts swaying and bouncing with each hard thrust. Her nipples sharpening into hard little points. I’d bend down, suck each one into my mouth. Suck hard, roll them around my tongue and bite them with my teeth. I’d hear her breath catch, her eyes heavy lidded with lust, and her body writhing underneath my hands as I rubbed a thumb over her sensitive clit. Then hearing her scream out my name as I made her come. Then feeling her liquid heat coat my cock in her sweet juices.

What I wouldn’t do to shove my face between her thighs and munch on her pussy like a starving man. No one’s ever saw that part of her before and I couldn’t wait to see how she would react when I got to suck her pretty, little clit in my mouth, push into her pussy with my tongue until she came on my tongue. I knew I could get drunk on her taste. I wouldn’t stop until she couldn’t take it anymore then I’d fuck her hard until I busted my load straight up into her.

It didn’t take me long, pulling and jerking on my dick with hard strokes before I was shooting thick, hot, jets of cum to the wall.

Sweet mother of God.

And she wanted to be just friends? Fuck my life. I washed my body and got out of the shower.

I dried off, threw the towel in the hamper and went to bed. I didn’t sleep with anything on. I got comfortable and started thinking.

Thinking about not talking to Scarlet? Not seeing her? Thoughts like that made my heart clench tight with an uncomfortable feeling. It literally hurt. That thought of never being around her. I rubbed at my chest, just over my heart. She was right, I barely knew her. I wanted to know more. Of course I wanted in her pants, what guy wouldn’t? She’s like a short, stick of dynamite, but I wouldn’t treat her as if once I had her, I’d move on. I knew once would never be enough. The thought about moving on made me feel seriously unhappy.

How could I feel so strongly about this girl after only seeing her twice?

I felt propelled in her direction. It was like she was the light in a seriously dark fucking tunnel. Not that I didn’t like the dark. It was actually pretty fucking good there. I was a solitary guy, got what I wanted, when I wanted it. Yet, what I wanted right now, was refused to me.

I’m done thinking about this. Tomorrow Danny had those stupid try-outs for a new dancer. Some poor sucker was going to have to be desperate to work there. Danny said she already had a line of fifteen girls signed up. She wanted me there to look at them. I planned on staying an hour, and that was it. I hated watching the girls dance. I made it a rule to never get with SnS girls. That’s why I worked only Monday through Friday, during the day. I knew the weekends were packed and made the most money. I only went there during working hours and weekends if I absolutely had to. God knows if I worked from home, that’s the only place I’d be. I’d never leave.

That’s why I opted to work the books there during the morning and sometimes after hours. I guess what you could really call me besides the accountant was a manager of types. I did all the inventory, ordered whatever equipment Danny needed replaced or whatever. The bar was handled by our top bartender, Chris. I did the inventory and he told me what we needed and so on.

I really hoped tomorrow was not going to be a disaster. Maybe Scarlet will go out to a movie with me. That would de-stress me. Yeah. I’ll give her a call tomorrow, see if she wanted to hang.

See? I could do this friend shit. I’d be a damn good friend.

Before shutting my eyes, I thought, I’d be the bestest damn friend she’d ever have, until she wanted more, that’ll have to be enough.

⟡

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, Danny. This girl has two left fucking feet.”

Did I say that out loud and loud enough for the girl auditioning to hear? Yes. Insensitive? Probably. Did I care? Not really. I might not care about what happens during working hours, but the last few girls who danced were not cut out for the dancing routines I knew Danny would put them through.

“Dax, that’s number seven. Do you want to do the hiring?” Said Sebastian, mom’s right hand man.

I grew up knowing him. He’s been mother’s best friend since high school. They separated ways when he went to get a degree in fashion and she got with Mike, but reconnected when I was about five. When Danny took over and changed Saints and Sinners around, she got him to come work with her and be a partner.

Sebastian Black was a little over six feet, bald, lean and muscular. He was sarcastic, funny, and more loyal to my mother than any other person. Mike Dixon included.

The only smart thing Mike did was will the strip club to Danny instead of giving it back to the MC. They tried getting it back, but with mother’s trust fund, she paid them off to stay away. Not only from her and the club, but me also. I was grateful for that. I only met my paternal Grandfather a handful of times and what I saw, I didn’t care for. I actually hated it.

“I wouldn’t even be here if Danny didn’t insist. I hate watching this shit. Not really my style.”

“Ha. Not your style? You go to The Club, Dax. It’s not too big of a difference.”

Now, how in the world did he know that? When I glared at him he just shrugged. “How do you know I go there?”

“You’re not the only one who goes there, let’s leave it at that.”

“What’s the club?” Danny asked.

Shit. My mother didn’t know about my private life and I wanted it to stay that way.

“Don’t worry about it, mother, but I’m tired of watching girl after girl, try and dance to one of the routines you showed them. I’m gonna get out of here and hit the gym before I have to fucking asphyxiate myself.”

“Okay, Dax, thanks for your valuable input.” She smiled at me and turned to the girl on stage who had a look of trepidation on her face, “Thank you for coming. We’ll give you a call if we’re interested.”

The girl on stage sniffled, then flew from the stage.

“You see that, mother? That girl wouldn’t have lasted a week here. What if she had been drawn to go to one of the back rooms? She’d probably cry. Look for that when you’re trying to hire these girls. I’ve told you before. You need to tell them ahead of their audition that if they’re picked, what the details, in fact, are.”

Mother liked getting away with doing that. Waiting for the girl to try out, then if they make it, then give them the rules and shit. I think if the girl who can take all that and still try out and dance, should get it. But like Sebastian said, I’m not the hiring partner in this trio. I’m just the nerd. Which is fine for me. I had my life away from this place.

Did that mean Seb was a member at The Club, too? Great. I’ve never seen him there and I didn’t want to start. Maybe a few hours at the gym would relieve all this fucking tension.

My frustration at myself for being a colossal fuck-up with Scarlet made me work-out harder than I usually did and after an hour I was soaked with sweat. I had started with upper body workouts, and I normally didn’t work on anything else, but I decided to do a full body workout. I had added more weights on, the concentration making me thoughtless. The counting repetition helped me relieve stress. I’ve always liked numbers.

That was one thing Scarlet and I had in common. We loved numbers. She said she loved dancing more but math was second best. I liked that. It was a start. I knew when I went to college I wasn’t ever going to do anything like teaching. That felt way old-manish to me. Thinking of Scarlet teaching? Now that was hot.

Scarlet in maybe short skirts, tight blouses and heels would definitely be nice to see. I wonder what grade she was going to teach. Then I thought if it was high school, I really hoped she wore like baggy, ankle length dresses. No teenage boy needed to start lusting after the hot math teacher. I’d really have a problem with that. Maybe she needed to be an elementary teacher, who wore those long, jumper dresses that reached her ankles. That would keep all the mystery for me and me alone.

Damn, I was thinking about a future with this girl. Was I falling for her? I wasn’t getting into that right now. Way too fucking soon for that shit. For now, I was gonna take this day by day. I did want her. I wanted to pursue more than just a friendship, but I guess I’d deal with whatever came my way.

I had worked out for longer than I usually did. I took a quick shower in the gym shower rooms, dressed and made my way out. I was curious to see what Scarlet was up to, and when she didn’t answer me, I wondered if she was at work. I didn’t know if she could text, but I did anyway.

You working right now?

After ten minutes of waiting, she texted back.

Scarlet: No, I’m at the library
.

Meet up with me?

When she agreed, I told her to meet me at this mom and pop diner. I gave her directions and told her I was on my way from the gym. It was close enough that I was there within fifteen minutes and waiting for her.

It didn’t take her long and when she got out of the truck, she was wearing torn up jeans that hugged her body like a glove, (it might be winter season but still, in Texas there’s no telling what temperature we’d get), and a red thermal tee with a hoodie that stretched nicely across her tits and red Converse shoes. Her hair was piled high in a messy bun thingie, which in a way looked sexy and sloppy. More sexy than sloppy though. There were errant curls framing her oval face and a few wild curls at the back of her neck.

Damn, I seriously wanted to kiss the fuck out of her.

When she walked up to me, the look on her face was downcast.

“What’s wrong? You look sad. Not happy to see me? Or did something happen?”

Her face blushed just a little bit and she shook her head.