Page 6 of Flirt Away

Dixie Gaynor barely made a dent on the internet. About all she had was a professional photo plastered on a website regarding her business. Turned out Dixie was a relationship expert. That explained the comment in her voicemail about seeing patients.

Zane couldn’t help but wonder what kind of kink Dixie was looking to satisfy. He’d seen it all during his years at the club, and he’d learned that most realized sex and love always went hand in hand. He just wondered whenhisship would arrive.

Staring at Dixie’s photograph, his blood pumped a little faster. Her lips were plump and kissable. He could tell she had something special that made her stand out in a crowd. If he saw her in a bar, he’d definitely introduce himself, but she’d opted for the experience of Club Allure and not a date. He had to respect that.

He dropped her face into an image search, but since it was black-and-white, he found nothing. Of course, Dixie could be a nickname. She could have a different name elsewhere on the internet. Wouldn’t be the first time, except that had been her name on her professional LinkedIn account, so that blew that theory.

He scratched the side of his head. Very few ladies under the age of thirty-five didn’t have an Instagram account. Then again, Dixie dealt with couples and their struggles both in and out of the bedroom. He suspected that she needed to keep a safe distance, and being easily accessible through social media might be a recipe for disaster.

Zane’s job was to protect the club and everyone involved. Therefore, he needed to find out as much as he could about Dixie. Crystal had referred her, and Crystal’s husband happened to be a cop.

That should be enough.

“Yo, Zane. " Some chick named Dixie is here for you,” Erik, one of the security guards, said. “She said Crystal sent her?”

“She’s right on time,” Zane said. “What’s she like?”

Erik leaned against the doorjamb and fiddled with his wedding ring. They’d come to an understanding, but working together still had its awkward moments. This could prove to be one of them. “She’s a knockout for one. And as usual with anyone new, she seems a little nervous.” Erik handed Zane the interview forms. “Why do you ask?”

Zane ignored the question. For now. “Did she say anything revealing? Anything that might help me guide her to what she really wants?” People who came to Club Allure either knew exactly what they were looking for or had no idea.

She obviously fell into the latter, but sometimes, those who worked the club could easily sense a new client's tastes by their initial reactions.

Erik shook his head. “I trust my instincts, and I think she’s a tough one to crack. I doubt she even understands why she's here.” He narrowed his stare. “You haven’t answered my question.”

“Which one?”

“Don’t act like you and I don’t know each other,” Erik said. “You always want to know about what our impressions are. What we think the customer is looking for. Not a routinewhat are they like.”

Zane let out a long breath. He’d made a promise to Erik that his friendship was important. When he’d made that statement, he’d meant it. Still did. Erik never held back when Zane asked, so why should this be any different? “Crystal first offered to set her up on a date with me, but she opted for a tour of the club instead.”

“I see.” Erik arched a brow. “Are you interested?”

“I have no idea. Until a few minutes ago, I didn’t even know what she looked like. It was just weird. That’s all,” Zane said. It felt good to open up to Erik. They needed this conversation. “Send her back. Oh, and welcome home. I hope you and Lenny had an awesome honeymoon. I mean that.”

“I know you do.” Erik smiled. “Your support has always meant the world to us. Things only got weird because of Rebecca.” He turned on his heel and headed down the hallway.

Zane smoothed down the front of his slacks and did a quick check in the mirror, tucking one side of his long, wavy hair behind an ear. Not that it mattered, but he always liked to dress to kill. And even though he’d only seen one black-and-white picture of Dixie, he more than liked what he saw. She had soulful eyes and they spoke to him in a way that no other woman had in a long time.

He glanced down the hall, and the air in his lungs escaped. He tried to take in a deep breath but couldn’t. He gasped. His heart dropped to his gut like a ton of bricks as the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen strolled down the plum-colored carpet with her head held high. Her long, brilliant copper-red hair bounced over her shoulders with just the right amount of curl to drive a man wild. His fingers itched to take that crimson hair and tug.

Her hips swayed back and forth like one of those momentum ball things his grandfather used to have on his desk. Like the rest of her body, her hips were round and voluptuous—like a lady’s form was supposed to be—with curves in all the right places.

And her plump, rosy lips?

They didn’t disappoint.

Christ. All he could think about was how they’d feel pressed against his as he took them in a hot, powerful kiss.

Sweet temptation.

That’s what Dixie Gaynor was. And it would take all his resolve not to talk her out of finding whatever it was she was looking for at the club and talk her right into his bed.

“You must be Dixie,” he said, stretching out his arm. His blood raced through his body in anticipation of feeling her skin against his.

“I take it you’re Zane.” She blinked once as her long lashes fluttered over her bright teal-colored eyes that reminded him of the Caribbean Sea at sunset.

Tiny electric pulses tickled his fingertips and worked their way to his brain, sending him into momentary shock. He held her fingers for what he knew to be longer than appropriate.

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