I’d been semi-hard the whole night.

Jade set a couple of shots and a beer on a customer’s table. The man strained his neck, trying to get a view of her twat from behind.

I wanted to slam the guy’s face straight through his table. But he hadn’t touched her, so I didn’t have an excuse to kick him out, never mind smash the face of a paying customer.

Shaking my head in admiration, I watched Jade stick out one hip and laugh at something the man said, then pocket what looked like a fifty for two drinks that would have cost half that, even with Stan’s high prices.

Jade was a natural at this, and I wasn’t sure why I’d expected different. She had the air of a woman who’d quickly be at home doing just about anything. Even on her first night, she’d found that fine line most of the cocktail waitresses never discovered. That line where she could joke and flirt with the customers while making it clear she wasn’t on the menu.

She hadn’t faced a bachelor party yet, but I had a feeling she’d survive that and the weekend traffic, too. Plus, if anyone dared lay a hand on Jade… I narrowed my eyes. If I didn’t kill them, they’d wish they were dead.

Wearing sky-high heels, she walked confidently to the bar and leaned as she waited for her order. Her gaze found mine.

I nodded, and she rewarded me with a huge grin, accompanied by the finger. I chuckled as I turned away. We hadn’t known each other long, but her extended middle finger was starting to feel like a term of endearment, a sweet-nothing between us.

What was it about this chick? She was hot, sure. And cute as fuck. But as far as I could tell, I was the only man in the room totally fixated on her.

Were they all blind? There were six sexy dancers plus three other waitresses on the floor tonight, and still my eyes kept going back to Jade. It was like she had lights inside her that beamed straight at me.

She was on the short side for a strip club employee—probably five-five or six, if I had to guess—but in no way fragile. Her long, tight muscles flexed when she carried a full tray of drinks, and her legs looked carved when she walked in those stupidly high heels Stan made the staff wear. I’d be willing to bet her sculpted muscles hadn’t come from a gym. Hers were the muscles gained from physical work.

Her tits were small compared to every other girl’s here, but to me they looked so fucking juicy, especially in that silver bra. My dick throbbed as I remembered how they’d bounced as she washed my kitchen floor.

All I wanted to do was tear that bra off her body, pull her tits out, and suck them into my mouth. Not since I’d been a virgin had I felt this uncontrollably horny. Like I’d be ready to come if she so much as touched me.

“Hey!”

I jumped at the male voice beside me, then turned to see Keagan, an amused grin on his mug.

“Who’s the girl?” he asked.

“What are you talking about?” I scanned the room, realizing I hadn’t really seen anything besides Jade in ages. If I’d missed my brother’s arrival, what else had I missed?

“The new waitress,” he said. “The one you were eating out with your eyes.”

“Fuck off.” All the girls were safe, the customers were behaving, but I shouldn’t stay so fixated on Jade. Not if I wanted to do my job.

“Seriously,” Keagan said. “Who is she?”

I shrugged like I could care less.

“Okay, if you’re not interested, I’m gonna see if she’s up for a quick fuck out back.”

I grabbed his arm, and he laughed. “Shit, little brother. I think you bruised me.” He rubbed his arm. “Guess you’ve called dibs. Fine. What’s her deal?”

“It’s her,” I said. “The one in 311. I’ve been watching her like you asked.” It was an excuse, and I knew it.

Keagan shook his head. “Jesse’s brother called. He got a lead on the chick he’s looking for. Found her sister.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I just did.”

There went my justification for keeping an eye on Jade, but I was glad Jesse’s brother wasn’t after her. Guy was scary. So was Jesse.

“Strange thing is”—I leaned over so I could lower my voice—“this girl. She thinks she owes me something.”

Keagan’s eyebrows rose. “Owes you? What?”

“Gratitude?” I shook my head. “Someone—her dad—told her she was supposed to keep me happy, do whatever I asked or some shit.”

Keagan’s eyes opened wide, and he grinned. “Dude!” He punched me in the shoulder. “What the fuck have you been making her do? Anything kinky?”

“None of your business.”

“You are making her do kinky shit, aren’t you?” He leaned in. “Tell me, what’s it like to have a sex slave?”

“Asshole.” I stared ahead, trying to pretend he hadn’t gotten under my skin.

“Okay, Brute Squad. Be selfish. Keep all the details to yourself.” Keagan clapped me on the back. “Come by tomorrow, after you get up, okay? Shane’s got a lead on something.”

I frowned at my brother. “I think I’ll take a pass.”

“Fine.” Keagan caved way faster than I expected. “Come anyway. Any time after noon.”

“I’m serious about staying legit, you know. I’m staying out of whatever the hell Shane’s cooking up.”

Keagan shrugged, trying to make me believe he cared. “Just be there, okay? Family meeting. I’ll have sandwiches.”

“Sure.” I never said no to free food.

Grinning, Keagan put his arm over my shoulder. “And enjoy your sex slave.”