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Unlocking her suite door, I step inside and quietly shut it behind me with a soft click.

Of course, she’s not where I left her. No surprise there.

I make my way across the room and freeze. Tara’s on the floor, propped up against the bed, with her mouth open and head tipped back as she sleeps. She’s naked. And still on her knees.

I’ll be damned.

It’s rare for me to underestimate someone. This woman keeps delivering the unexpected. Looming over Tara, I take in her long, blonde waves, the cupid’s bow mouth, full tits, soft belly, slender waist, and dark patch of hair between her thighs.

I was struck stupid on the stage when she dropped her dress, not only by her boldness, but because I pegged her as a waxer. I’d have put money on Tara being as smooth as a baby’s ass everywhere. To see she’s gone for a more natural look makes the blood flow directly to my cock.

Tara’s hand flinches while she dreams.

Squatting down, I brush the hair from her face, and she immediately pops her eyes open and smacks my hand away on reflex. I stay where I am until she realizes who she hit. Something in me stirs and a growl nearly slips from my throat. That’s a vicious reaction to have. Are her instincts from abuse or paranoia?

Wait. Why the fuck do I even care?

With a sleepy smile, she mumbles, “Mmmph. Sorry. I didn’t know it was you.”

“It will only ever be me in this room, unless you invite another in.”

She rubs her eyes and yawns. “What time is it?”

“Four fifteen.”

“Mmph.” Her head flops back, and she stares at me with sleepy eyes. “I’m still on my knees, Sir.”

There are a hundred responses I could give, but there’s no way I’m saying any of them. Tonight was long, this woman is too new, and I’m fucking exhausted. Scooping her into my arms, I gently lay her on the bed and see how red her knees are. Pulling the covers over her, I whisper, “Sleep. You’ll need your energy for what I have planned for you, Butterfly.”

“Yes, Sir.” She closes her eyes and is out almost immediately again.

Massaging my brow, I stare down at her. What the hell have I gotten into with this woman, and why she was so bent on being the Butterfly? Every woman has some level of desperation for the title, but none sank low enough to trap me in a deal to get it like Tara has.

I can’t figure out if she’s resourceful or pathetic. Regardless, she’s gorgeous and I can’t seem to break away from her. The moment I first saw her in my club, she enthralled me. Always quiet, always alone, she flutters from one scene to the next, gathering all the knowledge and entertainment offered by the other couples and groups in my club. But why?

Many members here prefer an audience. Tara’s been within her right to admire each scene at her leisure. That she has, as far as I know, stayed away from participating is what intrigues me most.

For her to want to be the Butterfly, only to never indulge in debauchery before now, doesn’t sit well with me at all.

And Vault’s done his homework on her, even though I told him not to. He filled me in while we took care of more little temper tantrums and pouty man-babies about three hours ago. There is no mention of a Tara Reed across any social media. She works for Brisbane Realty but isn’t listed as a top employee, which probably means she’s a bottom feeder. A grunt worker.

It would explain why she was sent out in the late night to look at a property under the radar.

My protective instincts light up thinking of how dangerous that could get. Is she sent out to meet strangers to make under-the-table deals on other properties on behalf of Brisbane Realty? What kind of sleezy ass dirtbag bullshit is that? I’d never send a woman out on her own at night. It’s unsafe. Unnecessary.

Look at her. She’s so fucking delicate.

A dark part of me wants to make her crawl to me on her sore knees and beg to suck my cock. I want to make her come so much that she passes out from dehydration. I want to ruin her for any other man or woman.

Which is exactly why I better do the bare minimum. I don’t want Tara to enjoy her time with me. I don’t want her to last the thirty days either. The faster I get Tara out of here, the better for all of us.

Tonight, I made concessions. That won’t happen again. This woman is bad for business.

Miss Tara Reed has got to go.

Chapter 10

Tara

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