Chapter 9

Hazel’s POV

I heard the slight groan and I saw the way his grip tightened on the glass as my boobs dangled right at his face. I heard him gulp down hard and I could swear I saw the desire in his eyes and the desperation to take me.

For a moment, my pussy throbbed and my nipple hardened as they longed for him to put his usual cold fingers on them. How could I still have this lustful desire for someone who’s treated me like crap and is about to be my boss?

The sound of his phone ringing jolted the both of us out of our thought, I had no idea what I was doing with his trousers zipper but I allowed whatever part of me was in control to continue being in it.

I’d begged for a shot of tequila from Alesha and knowing what I was about to do, she agreed.

“How’d you think I did?” I asked the other sexy lady that was supposed to be my teacher, train me and let me know more about the art of stripping.

“You were more than a stripper, you were a slut!” She hollered and I had no idea if that was a go