Page 17 of Daddy Sees Snakes

“The interviewees, sir,” he announces, stepping aside to usher us in.

The office is spacious and richly appointed, all dark leather and gleaming chrome.

But it's the man sitting behind the expansive desk that immediately captures my attention.

He's devastatingly handsome, with dark hair, piercing eyes, and a jawline that could cut glass.

His suit is impeccably tailored, hugging his muscular frame like a second skin.

But it's the aura of power that radiates from him that truly sets him apart.

This must be Dominic.

He regards us coolly as we file in, his gaze lingering on each girl in turn.

When his eyes meet mine, I feel a jolt of electricity down my spine.

I tilt my chin up, meeting his stare boldly.

The corner of his mouth ticks up in a smirk. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?" He leans back in his chair, steepling his fingers. "A fresh batch of beauties, eager to dance in my club."

"More than just dance," I say, stepping forward.

The other girls shoot me startled looks, but I ignore them. "We're here to make you money. To bring in the high rollers and keep them coming back for more."

Dominic's eyebrows lift, a spark of interest igniting in his dark eyes. "Is that so? And how exactly do you plan on doing that, Miss...?"

"Ashton," I supply, holding his gaze. "And by being the best damn thing they've ever seen."

He chuckles, the sound rich and throaty. "Confidence. I like that in my girls."

His gaze rakes over me, lingering on my curves. "All right then, Miss. Ashton. Let's see what you've got."

He snaps his fingers, and music fills the room, a throbbing, sensual beat. "Dance for me. All of you. Show me why I should pick you to grace my stage."

The other girls leap into action, twirling and gyrating. But I take my time, letting the music flow through me.

I sway my hips, running my hands along my sides, up into my hair.

I lock eyes with Dominic as I dance, pouring every ounce of sensuality I possess into my movements.

"Not bad, ladies," Dominic says when the music fades. "But I'm looking for more than just a pretty face and some sexy moves. I need girls with drive. With hustle. Girls who will do whatever it takes to make my club the hottest spot in Tinsel Creek, if not Montana."

He leans forward, his gaze intense. "So here's your next test. I want you to take off your clothes. Right here, right now. Show me how badly you want this job."

The other girls gasp and titter, clutching at their dresses.

But I don't hesitate. I reach behind me, slowly pulling down the zipper of my bodycon dress.

I shimmy it down over my hips, letting it pool at my feet.

I stand there in my black lace lingerie, head high, my gaze never leaving Dominic's.

His eyes darken as he drinks me in, his lips quirking into an appreciative smile.

The other girls remain frozen in place, their eyes wide with shock and indecision.

But I refuse to let this chance slip away.

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