CHAPTER 8
BLUE
His grip around my throat tightened, and his gaze turned to pure darkness.
I just stepped on an angry tiger’s tail it seems.
"Say that again," he said, his voice a low growl that vibrated through my entire body. "I dare you."
"That's what I do, Damien." I forced the words out, my voice strained against his grip. "I dance, strip and give them something to look at. It's my job."
"Your job?" He laughed without humour. "Your job is to spread your legs for anyone with a few hundred dollars?"
"Last I checked, you were the one who booked a private session. Does that make you just another customer?"
His eyes dimmed. "I'm not a customer."
"Really?" I smirked, even as his fingers pressed harder against my throat. "You paid for the room and for my time. Sounds like a customer
