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r

g his piercing gaze on me like he's a lion stal

t him that freezes me in place. He's looking at me like he's

w his movements as he inspects me like he's about to eat me alive. My insides grow warmer from his i

like this before

nerable, especially when he looks so put together in his navy-bl

, high-society ladies swish by in their dazzling gowns, their hair perfectly styled and their bodies adorned

uid they're hypnotizing. He's refined, almost feline-like. He's in his

ut them, something about that deadliness itself that makes you want to see if you can ge

" He smirks like he al

important as he thinks he is. At the same time, I feel like he'd see right thro

ay without brea

am I,

Smith St

k this is better, when I don't have to use a loud voice or harsh

ting that I'm potentially risking $5,000

ll go home with almost enough money

d lie and tell him what he wants to hear, but

ng answer,

say anything, which only makes it feel more intrusive. It's like he feels entitled

y hand lands on the small of my back, keeping me on my feet. Electricity spreads from the warm spot

dy, the fine fabric of his suit soft on my skin. When I look up, Smith h

riendly the other girls are, you don't want

e, and the way he says my name feels overly familiar. He's just

ll him to leave me alone. I was doing my job ju

I get the urge to run my hands down his chest to trace the contours of his body, the rid

I get overwhelmed by my own body's reactions

ust to breathe, let alone think. He leans in, his stubble grazing my cheek as he does. I ca

pers in my ear, his breath hot on my neck, sending a j

s, I don't want to lose my virginity to a st

gainst his chest, feeling his heartbeats on my palm. His deep b

e anymore if he realizes how affected I am. He was so cl

making me gasp. How can such a lig

im susp

." He stares intensely into my eyes. He looks like he has a devious

even though earlier tonight the manager emphasized again and again

ours me. If I stay too long, I might offer myself to

opsided smirk. He chuckles. "Is a nurse's

ne of your

e telling him about a young member of his staff who's breaking the rul

y wrist and smiles, knowing he's already gotten me in

why he has zeroed in on me. With the many other waitress

erally littered with young, attractive girls, many of whom would be

ike Smith Foster. With his full head of golden hair and deep blue eyes, he's the epitome o

wh

I have something you want as well. We can reach a...mutua

like I have a choice but to listen. The man has threatened to get me

e says casually, as if this

interaction taking on a sexual turn, but to b

I'll make it worth your while," he exp

drop all the stupid little pieces of shrimp appetizers on the beige carpet and

on my own, but I have Henry to think of.

'll regret, I turn around on m

00,000 in i

$200,000? That can't be right. I want to look back, but I

tfalls are muted by the thick carpet, but

spine at his touch. I can't deny it. This man makes the hairs on my skin stand on end. My body

of him. But, I

to answer right

'm aching for him, literally throbbing for him. He pulls me close until my bare back rests on his broa

ime. To my surprise and embarrassment, a small, breathy moan escapes my lips. I freeze, but

him. He trails light, teasing kisses from my shoulder up to the side of my neck. I sigh, momentaril

ls away, immediately I feel like something's mis

, dumbfounded and unsure what to do. I stare at his broad bac

n to me. No other man has ever ha

aist of my skimpy panties. He's already treating me like a stripper, I realize.

chest. I still can't quite

st put a price tag on sex with me. He th

$200,000 is really good. It coul