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When the door swung shut, Ginger slid into the chair next to her and gave her
shoulders a quick squeeze. I m sorry, Snowflake. I can t put my finger on why exactly,
but I could have sworn Mr. Strong, Silent, and Sexy as Hell had evolved beyond the run-
of-the-mill caveman hypocrite we get around here. If it s any consolation, he had me
fooled, too.
Kylie offered a weak smile. Since when had she become so adept at manipulation? She
hadn t counted on receiving sympathy and solidarity from her fellow dancers. Playing with
their emotions made a rotten situation worse.
Worse was a relative concept, she realized over the course of the evening. As word of
her disastrous date traveled the Deuces grapevine, she endured a scolding from Vern
about going home with a client, a gallery of pitying looks from the waitstaff, an offensive
proposition from Gary, a creepy fish-eye from Ramon, and a worried look from Benny. By
the last half of her shift, she found the glazed lust from the customers a distinct relief.
Relief was short-lived. Vern strode up to her after her second stage dance and said,
Okay, kid. It s time for lesson number one on why we don t date the customers. Your boy
is in the VIP room, requesting a private dance. Now, I know you two had a little tiff last
night, and you may not feel like entertaining him right now, but I m not in the business of
turning down money. He says he just wants the dance and isn t looking for trouble. Vern
paused and gave her a hard stare. You don t usually bring personal drama to the job, so
I figure you get one free pass. You want to use it tonight?
She swallowed the urge to say yes, and dug deep for the Stacy cockiness. Absolutely
not. I m a professional, and I m also not in the business of turning down money, either.
He wants a dance? I ll give him a dance. He gives me any grief, I m having him bounced.
Fine and dandy. VIP room three. Ramon s already there. With that, Vern lumbered off.
Fine and dandy, she repeated under her breath, and prayed to God it would be.
Obviously Trevor had made it into the club in one piece, but if the next few minutes went
as planned, there was no guarantee he d stay that way.
Stomach churning with dread, she made her way across the still-crowded club to the
VIP room and tried to mentally prepare for next phase of the plan. She took a deep
breath and slipped inside. There he sat, looking so big and tough and good, she suddenly
longed for the days when all she had to do was straddle his lap, strip off a few articles of
clothing, and touch him to her heart s content. When their eyes met, his darkened, hinting
maybe he had the same thought.
Then he began a long, slow perusal of the slutty schoolgirl, starting with her patent
leather Mary Jane platforms, ascending along her black thigh-high stockings, sweeping up
the twin bands of skin exposed between the tops of the stockings and the bottom of her
very short pleated plaid skirt.
She sauntered over and straddled him with a bravado she didn t feel. His gaze snagged
on the hot-pink panties visible beneath the hiked-up hem of her skirt, and despite her
worry over this so-called plan, her trigger-happy hormones sent a rush of heat straight to
the spot.
His warm hands found her cold midriff, bared between the low waist of her skirt and
white blouse tied just under her breasts. One small flex of his wrists settled her squarely
on his lap on him. He lowered his hands to his sides, leaned close, and rubbed his lips
along her neck.
Are you okay?
She stuck with a nod.
He eased back and looked at her, as if seeking some better confirmation. She took a
deep breath, which caused her breasts to brush against his chest. His attention
immediately dropped to where the unbuttoned shirt and hot-pink bra offered up her
breasts for his inspection.
Her nipples sprang to attention under his gaze.
Jesus, Kylie, you re beautiful, he breathed against her ear, left totally exposed by her
low pigtails. She d never appreciated how vulnerable and sensitive her ear was. His voice
penetrated the coiled canal, vibrating over invisible receptors, sending shivers to all the
other invisible receptors in her body.
Don t be scared, he went on, misinterpreting the reason for her physical reaction, but
nonetheless nailing her emotional state. We ve got this is in the bag. You ready?
No. She nodded.
Okay. Make it look good. He curved his arm around her, locked his hand along the
back of her neck, and pulled her toward him.
Let go of me! she yelled, and followed the outburst with a slap. She d never hit
anyone before in her life, and her first attempt went wide of the target. Instead of
connecting with his cheek, her palm glanced off his chin.
He played it up anyway, bringing his hand to his chin as if she d actually hurt him,
pinning her with a shocked, angry glare. Crazy bitch, he growled.
She scrambled off his lap, exactly as he d instructed, and ran to the door.
Hey! Ramon spoke up from the corner his usual slow, lazy response.
Kylie yanked the door open, shouted, Leave me alone, and slammed it behind her,
effectively capturing the attention of every customer and employee in the vicinity. A
second later Trevor barreled through the door and strode toward her until they stood toe-
to-toe.
I m not paying for the dance unless you finish it.
This time she landed the blow. Her palm cracked against his cheek. His head swiveled
on his neck. The impact shimmied down her arm. Consider it finished!
Straightening, he said, We re not finished until I say we re finished, and shoved her.
She staggered backward and let her leg give out beneath her, hoping her tumble didn t
look too controlled. No worries, as it turned out. She accidently upended a table on her
way down. Customers scrambled and drinks went flying. Lee Ann screamed. Benny
charged across the now-chaotic floor and reached Trevor at the same time as Ramon.
She held her breath as they grappled, but after a brief, intense struggle, the bouncers
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