Page 12 of His Personal Stripper

“I’d like to introduce you to my woman,” Jack said. He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close. Leaning her head on his shoulder, Rachel didn’t say a word. “Rachel, this is Felicity.”

Holding out her hand, she tried to go for something friendly. Felicity stared at her as if she was nothing more than dirt.

It wasn’t the first time she’d been stared at like that. “You always did like that sort of thing.”

Jack tensed. “I’d be careful, Felicity. You live a life of luxury because of me. Your father’s company survives because of me. I wonder how you’d fare working on the streets if I decide to change my mind.”

The deadly aggression in his voice surprised her. Rachel looked up at him as he defended her. Felicity went pale and left them alone.

She’d known he was a businessman, but she’d never seen that side of him. He turned to look at her. “I enjoy your company. I like you, Rachel. I think you’re a stunning woman, and I won’t have anyone else treat you so small.”

“Are you always rescuing women off the streets?”

“No, you’re the first.”

“Then what did she mean by what she said?”

His hand rested at the curve of her back. Without fail her pussy went slick. She didn’t know what it was about this man that made her react so strongly, but she couldn’t deny it.

“I like my women to have curves. As you can see here, not many women are like you. Also, I like my women to have a heart.” He pressed a kiss to her cheek. “By the end of the evening you’ll see what I mean.”

She stared at him, unsure what to say. The way he spoke about his own people was filled with disgust as if he couldn’t even imagine being in the same room with them. She didn’t get the chance to ask him more questions as they were suddenly swamped by people. Jack didn’t let her go, and she kept the same glass of champagne, listening to the men treat her nothing more as arm candy while they talked business.

Rachel watched as they talked about their dealings, not caring as they said one false move could see thousands out of a job. They were gambling with people’s lives, and no one cared.

She wondered if someone had been at one of these events when her last job was on the cutting block.

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