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“Are the cameras for your protection or for your boss to get off on his girls seducing other men?” Emory asks, standing no more than a foot away from me.

I can’t help but laugh. Emory’s eyebrows hitch.

“I can assure you it’s the latter. Russ doesn’t care about our protection.”

The grinding of Emory’s jaw echoes throughout the near silent room. His eyes slice to the chair in the center of the room. “Then I guess we better give the asshole a show.”

He must see the protest on my face, because before I can refuse, he steps in close, grips my chin, and tilts my face to his. “You were desperate enough to destroy my career for money, so don’t tell me you’re not desperate enough to give me a lap dance to quiet your boss so I can tell you exactly why I’m here.”

My voice breaks with obvious desperation. “Why are you here?”

Emory smirks, and I hate that it’s so hot. I stand back and watch him stride over to the chair. When he takes a seat, somehow looking hotter than any man at the Cat House, in his backward hat, casual black hoodie, and jeans, he chuckles. “Dance and I’ll tell you.”

Twelve

EMORY

I’m cool,calm, and collected.

My heart is beating out of my chest, but that’s only because I want to strangle Scottie’s bossbecause what kind of man puts cameras in the private rooms to watchthe strippers with their clients? All I can picture is a sweaty man with his dick in his hand, beating off while watching a ton of monitors in his stuffy office.

The racing of my heart has nothing to do with Scottie standing in front of me only wearing two very revealing pieces of fabric. One for her round, perky breasts and the other hardly covering her perfect ass. I’ll admit that she’s hiding more of herself than some of the women in this establishment, but that’s probably why every man’s eyes are drawn to her instead of the others.

At least she leaves something to the imagination.

Not much, but there’s a dark part of me that begs to see her nipples hidden by the lacey material.

I brush the thought off and get back on track.

“Dance, little Rogue. Or else your boss is going to be disappointed.” I lean back in the chair a little more and spread my legs, appearing relaxed and completely unbothered by herstanding there half naked. My thighs are tight from practice, and my neck has a knot in it bigger than the one that formed in my core when I made the decision to come back here to propose an absolutely insane idea.

When Ford says an idea is crazy, you know it’s damn near close to being certifiable.

But desperate times call for desperate measures.

All of a sudden, the lights dim, and Scottie lets out a shaky sigh. Music starts to play from somewhere, and I’m back to picturing her boss sitting at his desk with his hand in his pants. He’s clearly ready for a show if he’s controlling the lights and music.

Scottie slowly strides over the floor, and to my surprise, she keeps her eyes pinned to mine. They flare with something wildly inviting, and it’s like, all of a sudden, she’s flipped a switch. Her hands land on my shoulders, and she straddles my legs. Her hips start to sway back and forth, and it takes every ounce of my willpower not to grip her tightly around the waist and succumb to the sensuality that she’s putting off.

Fuck her for being so goddamn alluring.

I don’t look away because what kind of man would I be if I refused a challenge? Scottie dancing on top of me is like my own personal trial into heaven. If I fall for the temptation, I’ll go straight to hell.

My lazy gaze falls to her breasts spilling out from her dark bra, and I have the sudden urge to rip that fake hair off her head to see her blonde locks.Shit.I force myself to picture her boss at his desk with his hand in his pants so I can keep my dick under control. I silently remind myself of how backstabbing this little sexy thing can be and get on with the real reason I’m here.

“Tell me why you need money.” It’s not a question, and I expect an answer.

“Are you going to tell me why you’re here?” she refutes, swaying with the music. The low lights paint her in seductive shadows, accentuating the dips and valleys of her curves, and I can’t stop staring.

I grind my teeth together. “As soon as you tell me why you need money.”

Scottie stops moving for a second, and my heart skips a beat. “That wasn’t the deal.”

I lean farther back into my seat, and it accidentally brings her in closer.

Oops.

My hands land on her hips out of reaction. I peer up at her and force the words out. “Turn around.”

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