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I've had a significant number of female companions in my bed, but I don't recall ever seeing such perfection. Maybe not by today's standards, but the girl is a woman in every sense of the word. Large breasts are a sensual contrast to her slim waist and wide hips; her torso is an hourglass, ending in thick thighs.

Contrary to the slow music, I feel accelerated, feverish.

She starts moving, and it's not what I want. I want to get her out of here. I'm not the type to beat around the bush when I want something, and even though I know it's wrong, I'll have her.

However, there's still some rationality left in me, so I force myself to maintain my self-control and let her continue to mistake me for a customer.

She sways her hips, her waist moving sinuously, hypnotizing me.

Her hands rise to her hair, and her eyes are closed as if she's lost in the music. I could watch her for hours without getting bored. The unnamed woman stirs my libido like no other has managed to do before.

She turns around, her backside provocatively lifted. The little bow at the base of her spine, where the thong she's wearing ends, tempts me to pull it. My cock tenses against the zipper of my jeans, making the pressure painful.

Much sooner than I'd like, the music ends, and she finally opens her eyes and pretends to smile.

Yes,pretends. I know enough about the human soul to recognize that she's intimidated by my presence, which isn't an uncommon reaction, both from men and women.

Suddenly, the curtain opens, and Ares appears, looking from her to me. I know he quickly understands the employee's mistake. I've never requested a private dance, although I've watched some performances from the club's audience.

He stares at me, and I shake my head. He beckons me, and even though I'm irritated, I go to meet him, but before leaving the room, I warn the dancer, "Don't leave this room."

She looks at me, astonished, and swallows hard but remains immobile.

I drag my brother out of the room.

"She's going to perform for Rey," he says when I close the curtain behind us.

"No."

"What do you mean, no? That's why I hired her."

"I want exclusivity with her."

He looks at me as if I've gone insane. "Did you do drugs earlier?"

"Idiot."

"No, I'm serious. I've owned this nightclub for two years, and you've always hated coming here, and now you want exclusivity with the only unavailable dancer?"

"I'll pay for the rest of the night, but she's not leaving this room until I say so."

"Jesus, now I'm sure you've gone mad! You can't possibly be competing for a dancer with a guy we're negotiating with."

I let him vent because we both know that in the end, I'll get what I want, as always. "Pay another girl triple, but this one will be at my disposal tonight."

He stares at me in silence for a while before saying, "I hope you know what you're doing. Madison is newly hired, and I don't want to face a harassment lawsuit."

I ignore the second part of what he says. "Madison what? What's her last name?"

"Foster."

"Don't come back in here," I warn, pulling back the curtain and entering the room again.

Madison

CHAPTER NINE

Jesus,he's not the Spaniard!

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