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“Fine by me.” Tamen unbuttoned his jacket and sat down, spreading his legs wide like a dominant male did, and stared at me. “I’m going to enjoy this.”

I scoffed and looked away from him to Mya, “Not as much as I will.” Mya closed her eyes and started moving to the music in between Tamen and I, sliding her hands up her body and into her dark curly hair. “Have you done this before?” I asked her.

And she smiled as she turned around and glanced at me over her shoulder, “I’m from Vegas, I’ve done so much more than this.” She giggled lightly, turning back to face me. “It almost seems more exciting to simply dance for someone again after so long.”

“This club isn’t the only one in Boston.” I stated as she moved closer and slowly started touching my body with hers. First it was with her fingertips as she leaned over me. Then it was with her legs as she slid one between mine. And then it was with her torso against mine as she straddled me on the couch and got to the actual lap dance part. “You’re a beautiful woman, you have options.”

She rolled her eyes as she took my hands and ran them down the front of her body, under hers. “The competition is stiff. It’s way crazier out here than in Sin City.”

I leaned my head to the side when she grazed her cheek against mine so I could speak softly in her ear, “And what if I told you that you’re showing the owner and the manager of Boston’s most elite sex club exactly what you could bring to our roster without even knowing it?”

Mya pulled back and stopped moving as she stared down at me. I wasn’t dumb enough to think there wasn’t some sort of security device in the room, either a camera or a mic, so I tapped my fingers on her thigh and whispered, “Keep moving.”

On autopilot, she resumed swaying, but stared directly at me, no longer merely trying to entertain me. “There’s only one that I can think of to match that title, and they’re not even open yet.”

I grinned up at her, “We’re recruiting tonight. And now’s your chance to get on the roster above all the other girls you’ve been stuck behind in line here. That is, if you’re interested in doing more than just dancing.”

“I’m interested in making more money for my time.” She replied quickly. “The rumors make it sound like that club is going to be bringing in the big whales.”

I nodded to where Tamen sat as Mya brought my hands to her ass, to keep the illusion of a lap dance going. “He’s the biggest whale out there. And the new club is going to be very profitable for girls like us.”

“Sign me up.” She thrust her hips and rolled them. “I’m so ready to get back in the game.”

“Good girl.” I purred and then glanced over at Tamen, regretting it instantly.

His blue eyes were on fire as he stared right at me. I recognized that look on a man’s face without hardly even trying.

He wanted me so badly; he was nearly salivating over it.

And I licked my lips as I leaned back further into the chair, giving Mya all the access she needed to my body. Let him fucking watch and wish it were him instead.

Tamen Bryce could do with a little envy. Maybe it would humble him a bit and make him more human. More personable.

Nicer even.

Chapter 9 – Tamen

Ienteredmyofficeandlit a cigarette to soothe the anxiety that had been building within me for hours. We were only a little over a week into the remodel, but already the pop-up problems were testing my nerves.

I wasn’t used to being tested. Things that tried to fuck with my day usually ended up dead. But plumbing and drywall were hardly satisfying to sink my knife into. Which left me on edge.

And my favorite distraction was ignoring me.

Sloane.

My Pretty Little Rainbow.

She was playing with me, teasing me and building up a power struggle like she would with a paying client who wanted to be dominated one second and then pin her up against the wall the next.

I wasn’t a client. By nature, I was not even a switch in the bedroom.

I was a motherfucking alpha man who couldn’t understand why on earth I was allowing it.

Each time she played a card in our game, I contemplated firing her and ending the little experiment. But just as quickly, my body would tense and panic would slither its way up my throat at the mere idea of her being away from me.

So, I’d throw my own card down on the table, and most of the time, it trumped hers. But not last time.

Last time, I lost my hand.

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