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the hell are you doing?”
    Cade knew Gary understood, they’d been down this road before—the little brunette didn’t fit the bill.
    “Cade, man, I know. I know, but she’s hot. Now, I know she looks kind of sweet, but, I’m keeping an eye on her, and I’ll make sure she doesn’t get into any trouble.”
    Cade heard the hopeful note in Gary’s voice, “I was hoping that she’d hang around until my shift was over.”
    “Look, this is an exclusive club where our patrons can come without the threat of exposure. The people here come with the knowledge that no matter what they do or who they do it with, it will never leak. There will never be a tell-all book, or an exclusive on Oprah, or a tabloid full of hidden snapshots. This club is under the radar, and the only people allowed in here are the ones whose lives depend on it staying that way.”
    Cade’s face took on an expression that made Gary take an involuntary step back. “You had to work here two years before I let you work the door. Don’t make me regret that promotion.”
    “Sorry, boss,” Gary said, giving up. “If you watch the door I’ll get her out.”
    Cade just stared at him then leaned forward and looked directly into his friend’s eyes so as not to be mistaken. “This is the last time this happens.” Then he walked away.
    Friends or not, the success of this club depended on a very fine balance, and one of the most important elements that made up that balance was who was allowed in. The woman in question wasn’t a publicity threat, instead her threat was of a much more serious kind. It was the threat of innocence.
    She looked as fresh and clean and in danger as a fawn amidst a den of lions. In only one hour, she already had the pack circling her little table. There was a senator and his errand boy standing against the wall to the left planning their attack, while at the table on her right a very famous singer and her latest boy-toy were doing some plotting of their own.
    Moreover, the little innocent had no idea that the more people she shyly refused to dance with only added to the danger she was in. By sitting there with her head bouncing back and forth like a bobble doll, she was just begging for someone to give her something to gawk at. She was sipping diet cola of all things—he’d found out from her server—and looking for the entire world as if she was having the time of her life stargazing. All the while, nets were closing in.
    This club was strictly for people whose innocence was long gone. There would be no morning after regrets from the people here, Cade thought as he made his way toward her, they all had been there and done that and wouldn’t run to the police in the morning crying rape.
    He could guarantee she had never had anything other than a straight fuck in her life. Missionary position. He’d bet every dollar he had that she didn’t even call it fucking. She probably only made love and then only after a long courtship. Cade had no idea how she’d found this club or what she’d thought she would find in it. Even if she were looking for a night on the wild side, she wouldn’t get it here. This club was for the already tarnished, not for those looking to start their tarnish.
    She was sitting in one of the booths that had a privacy option to it, which if she were a regular here she would know meant she was open for a fuck right there at the table.
    As he got closer, her face started to come into detail. She had big dark eyes that had an almond slant to them, and her high cheekbones made him think Native American or possibly French when he added in the lush shape of her lips. Lips that brought to mind actresses like Angelina Jolie and Julia Roberts. She had a ton of dark hair that curled around her shoulders and breasts. Nice breasts he thought, a quick glance told him they were natural.
    The table hid the rest of her body, but he could tell it was curvy. She looked soft in her little red dress, not toned and wiry like so