Chapter Six:

At three p.m. I got a text from Zack who wanted to have coffee with me at five p.m. This better be good, because I have to be at the club at seven.

As I check through the window my thoughts wander around the man from last night who happened also to be the subject of a very sexual dream this morning. What the fuck was happening to me?! I've never dreamed about a customer before and this makes me so frustrated.

"Another refill?" the nice barista asked me with compassion. I guess she's seen a lot of stood up girls before. Wait, is that what she's thinking of me?

"Yeah, sure." I said with boredom and passed her my empty mug. At least the coffee was good.

Zack was running late or he really stood me up. He said five o'clock sharp and now it's six fifteen. I tried to call him a couple of times, but his phone was off. Yep, he really stood me up and on top of that the turned off phone was a sign to never reach him again. If he really wanted to get rid of me, he just had to open his mouth and say it.

As I was about to grab my working bag, the door of the small almost empty coffee shop slammed shut and barely breathing Zack entered.

"Sorry I'm late." he barely said out of breath and sat heavily on the other chair of the table I had occupied. "Work is a bitch."

"Yeah, tell me about it." I spat back sarcastically and sat back on my chair.

Zack's chocolate hair was messy and his cheeks were flushed from the running. He looked good though. Even the way he waved his hand at the barista to call her was hot.

And I face palm myself. I was horny, sexually frustrated and on top of that the last time I had sex was a month ago. Which made me think, did Zack find someone else to do the deed with? No, that's none of my business.

"What? Is something wrong with me?" he asked and ran his fingers through his messy hair.

"No." I simply answered and smiled at him. "You look good." and another face palm.

The cute barista practically rushed to our table and almost stepped on a dog and stared at Zack in awe. I wanted to tell the bitch to fuck off, but deep down I knew he wouldn't pay much attention to her.

"A coffee and a bottle of water, please." he told the barista, but his warm brown eyes were focused on me. I saw in them care, passion, sexual desire.

"So what is it that you wanted to talk about, pretty boy?" I wanted to tease him, l loved teasing him, because I knew what this did to him. Plus, I wanted to forget about the guy from last night.

Zack smirked ar me and opened his briefcase, then pulled some papers and passed them to me. I turned the first page and read the email from the New York University.

"Are you serious?" I shouted with excitement.

This email said I could start studying business this fall. This so far was the best thing that happened to me for the past few years.

"I'm serious." Zack told me with a smile on his face. "They don't mind about the stripping thing as long as this doesn't affect your grades. And you must not at any circumstances get involved with the law." he warned me.

"But how?" I was speechless and mindblown. I thought that door of my life was forever shut and now he proved it to be the complete opposite.

I had tears of joy in my eyes. I jumoed at him and hugged him tight.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" I squealed. "But seriously, how?"

He smiled ar me and kissed me gently on the lips with affection. His lips were soft and gentle. Lips, that made me feel shivers run through my body.

He did that all the time, kissing me with passion and I didn't mind it that much. I had somewhat feelings for him, he had feelings towards me, but I think we're still confused.

"I still have friends in Harvard. I just asked them to do me this favor to call in the New York university and say a few good words about you." he said and caressed my body with his warm and strong hands.

"Favor?" I was confused and hurt. I didn't want him to do favors in return to anyone, because that makes me feel bad.

"Don't worry, Jackie."

"I don't want you to do such things, Zack." I groaned.

"But look how happy it made you. Listen, you just stay under the radar until the autumn, bust your ass in studying and let me worry about the other things."

"What about the money? I have to start another job so I can pay the bills."

The money I saved weren't enough for the next four years. I had saved enough money for one year of college bills, rent, food and other things.

"I spoke with the university on the phone the other day and they said you can try for a scholarship the second year, but only if you do the best during your first year."

I could do that. I was good at that. I'm still good with numbers. I don't pay a counter to calculate my taxes. I even do this for Brie, Connie, the club momma and a few other strippers.

I can start the New York university business program. I can do it. I can try for a scholarship.

And Zack gave me hope again, hope that everything it's going to be okay again. I remember I had tears in my eyes every night through my first year here. In one moment I had everything and on the other I lost everything because of a stupid mistake that I made.

"Everything is going to be okay now." Zack mumbled in my ear and hugged me tight.

"It won't be if I'm late for work." I mumbled in return and pulled away from him. "It's six thirty and I have to get there at seven sharp."

"I'll drive you. It's not that far."

"Are you sure?" I asked with both raised eyebrows. The only time Zack came near a strip club it's because he found me in one.

"Yeah, why not." he shrugged his shoulders and finished his coffee in two sips. I just stared at him in disbelief. "I have tons of work to finish for tomorrow. I think I'm gonna need more coffee." he mumbled and grabbed his things.

He left money on the table, grabbed my hands in his and we both left in a hurry.

The drive to the club was quiet and on every possible red light he got through his huge pile of documents. He was very intense and I could see it, but I didn't dare to ask him questions, because he didn't like to mix his personal life a.k.a. me with work. He told me that before and explained it to me how he didn't want to worry me and I quote 'I don't want to make your pretty head worry about these things. They are my problem I had to finish. Thank you for your concern, care and support, because it's all I need.'

"I'll see you on Sunday." he said to me and kissed me on the lips. A kiss that I returned.

"Until then." I smiled at him and got of the car.

I got to the showers at the back of the club and took off my clothes. Thank God I was alone. I took a quick ten minutes shower and started preparing for tonight. I straightened my hair and did my make up in smokey black on my eyes and red lips. Men loved that. I put on black lacy bodysuit and heels and head to the bar.

"Connie!" I shouted at the bartender. "Have a drink with me!" I shouted with a huge smile on my face.

She looked at me with suspicious, but poured two cuos of vodka anyway.

"You never drink before work." she notes with a weird frown on her face. "This must be good. Spill."

"Cheers to the good news!" I shouted with a smile on my face and raised my cup.

I was really happy. The news from the university were all I ever wanted for the past few years. And finally my wish became a reality.

"Cheers!" some men and the other side of the bar shouted at us.

I finished my drink in one sip and slammed the empty cup on the bar.

"So what's the occasion?" Connie asked me whole sipping from her drink.

"I'll tell you when the right time comes." I smirked and winked at her then walked away to do my job.

I didn't want to jinx anything so I decided to keep it a secret. And let's hope the coming months will be good financially.