Victoria's Secret Life (Sensual Awakenings Book 3)


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Victoria's life is crap, working in a grubby men’s club, prancing around naked in front of howling hard core roosters. Even worse, she’s the on again off again plaything of the owner of the men’s club, a Las Vegas mobster she doesn't even like. She wants out bad, but she's stuck.
Seven years ago she made the mistake of her life, running away from Tawny Hills Ranch to find her mother when she turned sixteen. My how the mighty have fallen, from Texas Junior Miss to a men’s club nude dancer in seven debauched years.
Can she free herself and her mother from the clutches of the mob with the help of three hunky navy SEALs and begin life anew?
Without thinking, she headed to her home away from home. Thirty minutes later, she pulled into The Men’s Club parking lot. Four women milled around carrying signs.
Shit, the pickets are back.
It was almost four thirty p.m. Maybe the pickets will leave soon. She rolled down her window for fresh air. She didn’t want to wait in the club, but…
“Vickie? Is that you?” Suddenly a hand touched her arm.
She turned her head and recognized a man she hadn’t seen in seven years. It was Les Patton, her best friend’s older brother.
“Les! Fancy running into you.”
“It is you? I barely recognized you. What are you doing here?”
She felt dreaded heat flush through her. A picketer walked by the hood and glanced at them. “I…ah, I’m picketing. And you?”
He sucked his lips in. After removing his ten-gallon hat, he raked his fingers through his thinning hair then replaced it. “You’re gonna to be mad at me. I was just going to go in here and check this place out. Neva was here before. Why don’t you come in with me? I’ll buy you a drink, and we’ll catch up.”
She shook her head, but he wasn’t swayed. “Julie will be dying to hear what you’ve been up to.”
I’ll bet. “I can’t, really. I’m picketing.”
His eyes narrowed. “If you’re picketing, why are you sitting in the car?”
She raised her hand and slipped the forefinger between her teeth. “Ahh…I’m on a break. My break’s almost over. It was nice seeing you again.”
He touched her arm again. “Well, at least give me your phone number.”
She nodded, reached in her purse for her scratch pad, and wrote the first group of numbers that popped into her head. “Here.” She kissed him on the cheek. “Give my love to Julie.”
He held the Post-it Note and said, “I will, and I’ll give her this, too. She’ll be thrilled.”
Vickie felt rotten to the core as she so often did when she deceived people. “I can’t wait to hear from her.” Remembering her shift was going to be in less than an hour and a half, she continued, “Are you going to be in there long?”
He shrugged and waggled a single eyebrow. “Who knows? I may be in there fifteen minutes, or I could be there all night”
He walked briskly to the building and disappeared inside. What a pickle she was in. Her shift began at six, and her best friend’s brother just walked in the club. The manager wouldn’t be happy if she called in sick this late.
Then she brightened. Les walked out of the club, but his eyes averted her gaze. Thank God. His posture appeared hunkering as if it was cold out. He hustled into his truck and sped away.

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