Ten years before Lola Winters met him on the sidewalk in front of Hey Joe, Beau Olivier signed a contract that would deliver the first millions of his future fortune. All he wanted to do was celebrate with a beautiful woman—and no strings attached.
He entered Cat Shoppe on the Sunset Strip looking for anyone, but when he saw the kitten-eared girl on the strip club’s main stage, he knew he wouldn't leave without her. Addiction is a bonus short story from Beau's point of view about what really happened that night. Contains spoilers for books one & two. |
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Excerpt from Addiction
She looked up again. “Yes. What would you like me to do? I’m all yours.”
Beau could only grunt his response to that. First, he thought, I would like you to turn around, touch your feet and let me see all of you. That seemed like too much, so instead he said, “Take off your top.”
Lola shook her head. “Is this your first time at a strip club? Half the fun is watching as I remove a little here, a little there. I’m still pretty much in the doorway. If I take my top off here, then it’s over, no anticipation. Is that what you want?”
“Take it off,” he repeated, “now.”
She reached back with both hands, giving him a clear view of her chest. She pulled a string behind her and lifted the top over her head. It slid out of her hand like water.
“Christ,” he said under his breath. They were high, they were glowing, they were just-legal tits, and they didn’t disappoint. “Now the bottoms.”
She blushed, her white skin reddening from her ears to her neck. “Beau,” she said.
He liked when she said his name. “What?”
“We aren’t that kind of club. Topless only. I can’t.”
His throat was like a desert. “I don’t care. I can pay more.”
She took some steps toward him and cocked her head. “It’s not about that. It’s against the law.”
“Who would know?”
“I would. And you would.” She glanced up at the corner of the room, presumably at a camera—he didn’t look. “They would.”
He salivated, even though he found that rule very fucking unfair. “Is it against the law,” he said, “for you to tell me about it?”
“To tell you about…what?” she asked, but the way she shifted between her feet, it seemed like she already knew.
“Have you ever described it to anyone?”
She shook her head slowly.
“Good. Then that’s what I want. If I can’t see you, I want to hear you.”
Her shoulders stiffened. “I don’t know about this. You’re paying to watch me dance,” she said, “not for me to get you off.”
“Is it tight?” he asked. “Is it pink? How does it taste?”
She bit her bottom lip, looking at him. She wasn’t going to answer him. Then, she released her lip. “It tastes like nothing you’ve ever had in your mouth.”
Beau’s heart pounded so hard, he worried he might pass out. A grown man, six foot three, and he felt like a wilting fucking flower, just from her words. “I want you, Lola.”
She held out her palms. “Here I am.”
“Not here,” he said. “Not like this.”
She grinned, took a step back and began to circle him. When she was behind him, she asked, “Do you always get what you want?”
“Not until today,” he said. “Today, I get everything I want.”
Beau could only grunt his response to that. First, he thought, I would like you to turn around, touch your feet and let me see all of you. That seemed like too much, so instead he said, “Take off your top.”
Lola shook her head. “Is this your first time at a strip club? Half the fun is watching as I remove a little here, a little there. I’m still pretty much in the doorway. If I take my top off here, then it’s over, no anticipation. Is that what you want?”
“Take it off,” he repeated, “now.”
She reached back with both hands, giving him a clear view of her chest. She pulled a string behind her and lifted the top over her head. It slid out of her hand like water.
“Christ,” he said under his breath. They were high, they were glowing, they were just-legal tits, and they didn’t disappoint. “Now the bottoms.”
She blushed, her white skin reddening from her ears to her neck. “Beau,” she said.
He liked when she said his name. “What?”
“We aren’t that kind of club. Topless only. I can’t.”
His throat was like a desert. “I don’t care. I can pay more.”
She took some steps toward him and cocked her head. “It’s not about that. It’s against the law.”
“Who would know?”
“I would. And you would.” She glanced up at the corner of the room, presumably at a camera—he didn’t look. “They would.”
He salivated, even though he found that rule very fucking unfair. “Is it against the law,” he said, “for you to tell me about it?”
“To tell you about…what?” she asked, but the way she shifted between her feet, it seemed like she already knew.
“Have you ever described it to anyone?”
She shook her head slowly.
“Good. Then that’s what I want. If I can’t see you, I want to hear you.”
Her shoulders stiffened. “I don’t know about this. You’re paying to watch me dance,” she said, “not for me to get you off.”
“Is it tight?” he asked. “Is it pink? How does it taste?”
She bit her bottom lip, looking at him. She wasn’t going to answer him. Then, she released her lip. “It tastes like nothing you’ve ever had in your mouth.”
Beau’s heart pounded so hard, he worried he might pass out. A grown man, six foot three, and he felt like a wilting fucking flower, just from her words. “I want you, Lola.”
She held out her palms. “Here I am.”
“Not here,” he said. “Not like this.”
She grinned, took a step back and began to circle him. When she was behind him, she asked, “Do you always get what you want?”
“Not until today,” he said. “Today, I get everything I want.”