Page 48 of Say My Name

I glance over my shoulder. “Is this my audition?”

He shakes his head. “No, I’ve never watched any of the other girls dance like this.”

My insides coil at his words, winding tighter and tighter. I’m wet between my thighs and desperately want to ease the ache.

“Oh,” is my soft reply.

“Now show me you can be a Greedy Girl.” His eyes never leave me as I try my best to be sensual.

“How?” I ask, feeling my body come alive under his fiery stare.

“Keep dancing. You’re doing a stunning job.”

Goosebumps fan across my flesh at his praise, and I keep moving, working my body until I’m in an outright frenzy. I’m so turned on even the slightest breeze in my direction could get me off.

Devereaux watches me with eyes half-lidded, his mouth slightly parted. And then he stands, making his way closer to the stage.

I’m unsure if I should continue or stop, so I slow my movements until I’m barely moving. In one swift motion, his arm is snug around my waist and he snatches me off the stage.

Our bodies press together, and I blink up at him. Time stands still as his hungry eyes feast on me. It’s almost like he’s fighting an inner turmoil deep within.

I don’t dare breathe as the music plays softly. I’m half-expecting him to kiss me.

I know I want him to.

“Get dressed. It’s time to go,” he barks out.

He releases me, and I rush out the door, nearly running to my locker in the employee area to grab my bag and throw on the dress I wore to work.

I’m not expecting Devereaux to be waiting for me when I emerge from the back. “I thought you left.”

He gives me a funny look. “I’m going to walk you to your car. Make sure you make it safely.”

I remind myself that just because he’s concerned about my safety doesn’t mean he’s not a murderer. “Oh, ok.”

He walks to the front entrance and holds the door open for me. When we step outside, butterflies swarm my stomach from being in his presence. Not because he might be a murderer, but because of the intimacy of him watching me dance.

“I want you to know something…” His voice trails off, like he’s searching for the right words. “I’ve never done that with anyone who’s worked here.” He laughs lightly. “I’ve never done that period. I don’t want you to think I’m that type of boss.”

I glance up at him. “I don’t.”

“I crossed a major line with you tonight, but you make me unable to think straight.” He makes me feel the same, but I keep my mouth shut. “We can’t let that happen again.”

I change the subject. “You didn’t have to walk me to my car.”

He blinks at me. “I should have walkedherto her car that night.”

“Who?”

He shakes his head. “It’s nothing.”

I place my hand on his arm to stop him from walking. “Who?” I ask, a little gentler this time.

He stares at my small hand on his muscular arm. “Ginger.”

I don’t want to push too hard, so I give him time, waiting for him to finish his thought.

“The night someone murdered her, she was the last one at the club.” He brushes a hand through his hair, glancing up at the night sky. “I should have walked her to her car.”

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