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The fucking idea of her naked for anyone but me makes me completely fucking enraged. After I pull into the parking lot, I grab her bags and carry them upstairs, setting them down on the floor at the entrance.

James follows behind me. The lights are on in the club. The black-and-white portraits are on full display. Those were my idea. I fucking love them, too. Naked celebrities, tons of fucking bunny pictures.

It’s what I envisioned when I thought of a high-class strip club. And while we aren’t charging a grand for a lap dance, we aren’t slouches either. This is one of the busiest clubs in the area, and to think, not long ago, we’d been burned down in an arson attack with the threat of not opening at all.

“Nash,” James calls out.

My eyes find hers. She takes a hesitant step toward me, then another, but stops just before she reaches me. She’s close enough to touch but far enough away that I know she isn’t ready for my touch.

“Yeah?” I call out when she doesn’t continue.

“Thank you,” she murmurs.

“I got some shit to do tonight. The kitchen will have the chefs back there working. Order what you want, but stay off the club floor.”

She frowns, her gaze searching mine for a moment. “Stay off the club floor?” she asks.

I hum but don’t go into detail. It’s not that I give a fuck that she sees a bunch of bitches flashing their tits and ass. It’s more that I don’t want any patrons to think thathertits and ass are up for grabs because they, indeed, are fucking not.

Right now, they’re all fucking mine.

And they are only up for grabs to me.

And they’re going to stay that way until I figure out what the fuck I’m going to do with her. I’m not sure yet. Keeping her seems a bit too extreme. But I’m not ready to turn her out to whatever the fuck her future is, either.

“Off the club floor,” I grind out.

She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip and runs them back and forth a few times before she releases it and takes a step toward me. “And what happens with me, Nash? I still don’t know anything.”

My lips twitch into a smirk. “Sweetheart. When I’m ready, you’ll get your orders. But for now, I’m enjoying what we’re doing. As long as you know that manipulating me isn’t going to work, we’re good just how we are, yeah?”

Her gaze flicks down to her feet. Then she slowly lifts it to meet mine. “I made a mistake, Nash. Don’t continue to embarrass me about it. I’m scared.”

Laughing, I close the distance between us, lifting my hand to cup her cheek. Leaning forward, I touch my mouth to hers. “Okay, sweetheart. I’ll stop giving you shit. But be a good girl, yeah?”

Her next words should absolutely not turn me on the way they do. But they do, and I almost strip her ass bare and fuck her right this fucking second.

“Yes, Daddy.”

CHAPTER

EIGHT

JAMES

Nash spins aroundand walks out of my apartment, slamming the door closed behind him. But I didn’t miss the way his eyes darkened and his nostrils flared at my words. I’ve never been into that whole daddy-kink thing, but there’s something just so naughty about calling that mandaddy.

Sure, he’s old enough to be mine, maybe even older, but the way I feel about him is in no way daughterly. Instead of chasing after him the way my body begs for me to do, I force myself to slowly walk to the door and flip the lock into place before I unpack all the bags.

I’m thankful for the distraction and spend the rest of the afternoon organizing my things, washing and conditioning my hair, then eventually gathering my courage to go in search of food.

I press my lips together before I tug the apartment door open. The music wafts up from downstairs, and I know that the club is open. I’m not sure I want to see women dancing naked on stage, but at the same time, I may not have a choice.

And the idea that I may not have a choice because I might be one of those women one day does not vanish from my thoughts. In fact, it is in the forefront of my head, playing on a loop just like the sexy beat of the music as I follow the hallway down to the kitchen.

Something flashes in the peripheral of my eye when I turn a corner. It’s a window, and through that window, I can see the entire audience and stage. Everything is black and hot pink.

It’s beautiful and looks luxurious.

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