ked through the graffiti-covered alleyways on the edge of Manhattan'
with a harsh screech. A pair of bloodsh
a hoarse voice came
" Blaire tried to k
rattled, and the
, narrow hallway. The heavy bass of the club music
unlit cigar clenched between his teeth. He looked her up and do
let it fall open, revealing the tight black bodysuit underne
o the other corner of his mouth. "Yo
ssi
a clipboard and handed her a pen. "
On the dotted line, she
as thick with the suffocating smell of cheap perfume and aerosol ha
t in my way," a blo
icked up a wild, burgundy-colored wavy wig. She pulled it
nted on heavy, dark smoky eyeshadow and bright, aggressive red lips.
thigh-high leather boots. She took three deep breaths, lockin
door open and shouted, "Jessi
he unfamiliar heels,
ing light of the stage spotlight hit her face. The sea
t the n
oki
Terrell family pushed her forward. She straightened her spine an
r pole dance routine. She executed a perfect inverted
ble!" A chorus of crude c
loor VIP booth, Kamryn Lane leaned back on a leather s
the businessmen trying
ter's contract-" a chubby,
off. His gaze swept across the mai
made radiated a lethal, innate seduction. It was complet
n't make out her face beneath the heavy makeup, but the curve of her wais
. For some reason, an image of the innocent, sweet body
under his breath, but h
ss her red lips. Her sultry gaze swept across the second-floor
pressed possessiveness. He raised his glass
lls onto the stage. Several drunken patrons rea
wn and have a
t run
the pole to escape their sweaty hands. A flicker o
formed into a dark, violent possessiveness. A primal instinct t
Duggan, his head of security,
it
stepped forwa
His voice was low and cold, carrying an undeniable comma
Mitch turn
Not a single ha
to the crowd. She prepared to kneel and pick up the bi
black suits emerged from the edge of the stag
ire panicked. She struggled, screaming
red louder, thinking it
f the men said flatly. "Stop makin
dark, private corridor leading to the sec
ly. She had no idea what ni
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