Page 17 of Seduced By Contract

"Where are you going with this, brother? Isn't your future complicated enough?"

"One thing has nothing to do with the other."

"If you say so . . . But be warned: Madison isn't like the other girls here. She speaks her mind without fear. On the day I hired her, I mistook her for a prostitute."

"What? Why on earth would you think that?"

"Because she's too beautiful and sexy. She was wearing a dress that showed every curve of her body, and I thought it might be another prank by my idiot friends."

"Like that time they sent you the fake secretary?"

"Yeah. Anyway, I told her to get out of my office, and she nearly exploded with anger. She demanded an apology."

I pay attention to what he's saying, which aligns perfectly with what I managed to ascertain about her in our few minutes of interaction.

Madison Foster, you've just awakened the hunter in me, and there's no way I'm giving up until I have you.

"Rey has arrived. We'll meet in my office in five minutes."

"And what about the private dance he was supposed to have?"

"He declined. Truthfully, I didn't even expect him to show up. The man hasn't been seen in society for over two years."

He’s about to leave, but I call him back. "Ares, I don't want her to do any more exclusive dances."

"You know you can't ask me that. She'll earn more from private dances, and if you haven’t already guessed, she needs the money."

"It doesn't matter. Pay her more for stage dances. I'll cover the additional cost. Calculate how much she would earn on average each night from individual clients and let me know, but I don't want her alone with those perverts who frequent SIN."

"No, you want her for yourself. One pervert instead of several," he says, grinning.

Half an hour later, we leave my brother's office and return to the lounge of the club. The place is packed, and I look around to see if I can find her.

"Our table is near the stage," Ares says.

Some of his friends are already seated. They seem drunk and somewhat excited. This is one of the reasons I avoid nightclubs. Excess testosterone and alcohol always lead to trouble.

"Madison will be dancing now."

"What?"

"I know you vetoed private dances, but she's going to perform on stage."

I don't have a chance to respond because right after he says it, the lights dim. I hold my breath in anticipation, and shortly after the opening chords of a song, my body heats up as she appears.

Unlike when she entered the room to dance for me, she's wearing nothing but panties and a bra, giving the audience a full view of her delicious body.

I've been to other performances here, and usually there are whistles, claps, and words of encouragement from the men, but as Madison clings to the pole in the middle of the stage and sways her hips from side to side, a stunned silence takes over the audience.

I can barely breathe; the desire to take her away from here and the burgeoning sense of territoriality over her is something I've never experienced before.

In SIN, unlike other clubs with exotic dancers, money isn't tucked into the girls' underwear or bras. The amount you want to donate to a specific dancer is added when settling the bill at the end of the night.

"She didn't agree to strip," Ares says in a low voice so that only I can hear.

My brother knows me and knows that seeing a woman I desire dancing semi-naked for several men is not something I will handle well.

"Not even for more money?" I know women get an extra fee if they go fully nude.

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