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I’d been readying myself to tell him that we weren’t happening yet. That we needed to wait. Ever since I met Leo, he’s been chasing me like the lion he is.

So I’m completely unprepared for him to be the one who walks away.

And I have to admit, it makes me want to chase him. I start across the room to follow him down the stairs to the dance floor, but I can’t keep up. I am in three-inch heels. When I get to the bottom, he’s gone.

I don’t ask, instead, I join the rest of rehearsal. The girls are all good dancers, but I can tell by the way they watch me, that everyone thinks I’m special.

“How do you do that with your hips?” Samantha asks as she comes to stand next to me.

Something softens and warms in me. I love dancing but there is something about teaching moves that really makes me excited. “I can show you.”

“Really?” Samantha exclaims and several other girls come in. I look back, giving them all a smile. “It’s a pop that starts in the toes…”

For the next fifteen minutes, I show the other cage dancers how to up their game with their hips.

It’s so weird, I’ve been avoiding this kind of stuff for as long as I can remember. What does it say about me that this is where I excel?

I try to shake off the thoughts. I’m not here for Leo. I’m here to make money, finish my degree, and get out of Vegas.

And I’ve got a performance to prepare.

CHAPTER TEN

Leo

I’ve been skulking around my own damned club all week.

Normally, I spend at least half a day at each of our ten clubs, tallying books, checking ledgers, hiring staff etc.

But I’m nearly as obsessed with Kim as I am on revenge which is really saying something. I’ve got to have sex with this woman again. Soon.

I’m haunting Temptation and peeking from behind curtains to catch a glimpse of Kim dancing, like some lovesick teenager.

Or some creepy perve instead of the super-rich owner of some of Las Vegas premium real estate.

Tonight, my little dancer performs at the club for the first time.

Yesterday she did a rehearsal in the full suit I picked out for her myself. I wanted her skin covered.

But the way that leather fits her like a second skin, she looks even more like sex on a stick then she did in a leotard. I might be regretting my choice.

With the evening approaching, I can feel the anticipation building inside my stomach. She’s going to rock this, and I’m going to have to try and not kill the men who make a pass at her. And there are going to be so many…

I know I’m not usually this possessive, and I get it’s a problem. I don’t know what makes her so different, but I can’t turn it off.

Is it the fact that she’s always running away from me, or the fact that she’s amazingly gorgeous, talented, and still somehow sweet underneath her tough exterior? Is it the mind-blowing sex? Or is it that she seems to need me so damned much even if she doesn’t want to admit it?

Whatever it is, I can’t get enough of her, even when I’m not touching her. I blow a breath through my nose. This is one night I could use a drink.

I’ve been two months without having one, and honestly, after getting over the initial loss, I’ve liked not being altered.

My temper has always been a problem, and without alcohol, I’m way more in control.

But as my knee bounces, I wish I had something to take the edge off.

If not a drink, maybe a good solid session between the sheets.

I know Kim is in the back getting ready right now. She’s so close I could just go collect her up and then take her to my office. I’d love to sink deep inside her.

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