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That dark, sexy stare.

If I have to say it this way… my pussy is soaked as I stare back at him.

The tension between us.

I guess this sort of makes it official.

Ellis and I are business partners.

And I’m sure Rule 1 of having a business partner…

… do not - under any circumstances - ever sleep with your business partner.

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The Whole “Wet Panties Lesbian Glitter” Thing…

ELLIS

I really thought for a second Larissa would end up demanding to go to the business right then and there.

Instead, we ate a mostly quiet meal, both of us thinking way too much, and then she left.

I sat at the table for another thirty minutes at least, drinking, thinking, debating my next move.

Sleep has not been a friend of mine lately for a variety of reasons.

Of course right now I’m thinking about Larissa. I’m thinking about the business.

The fact that I’m now some kind of fucking tour guide for her.

To show her the debauchery of a club her father and I and others started a long time ago.

My plan is to keep her upstairs.

Show her the main floor. The bar. I’ll even show her the private rooms in the back. Those are strictly look only, no touching. She can see the entire main floor operation. I’ll even show her the second floor where the offices are.

But the basement? The underground part?

I reach for my suit jacket and toss it over my right shoulder.

I shake my left wrist and check my watch.

It’s time, Ellis. It’s time.

I’m surprised Larissa hasn’t been up my ass about this yet today.

Maybe she’s having second thoughts.

That would be the best case scenario.

Let her sit back and not know a thing. Let the lawyers and accountants handle all that bullshit and just send her money on a monthly basis.

Or maybe there will be a chance to sit her down and see if she wants to sell.

The rest of us could buy her out.

Leave her set for life, along with whatever else her father left her.

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