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clothing on the body.
    Lace was naked, as well.
    Casey, the grumpy elephant in the room, had the only
clothing on. Faded jeans, snug black T-shirt, it was his thick five o’clock
shadow and perhaps the unusual dreads tonight that drew her in—hard. Normally,
his hair was left to drape his shoulders. Normally, she had to do everything
imaginable not to touch him.
    After the initial snickering was heard behind her back
from her roommate and friend, Lace had also taken the opportunity to escape to
the dressing room and was about to leave Sara with the boss—alone.
    She yelled out she was going home as the back door
closed and locked from the inside, leaving Sara in a strip club, naked, with a
man who was obviously quite angry and aroused. That angry man took a step
forward and came to within inches of her. His hot breath fanned her face. Devil
dark eyes stared straight into her soul.
    In that one single moment Sara felt real fear. She
knew Casey would never hurt her. He would lose too much: his club, his fancy
playboy house, his one hundred fifty-thousand dollars sports car. All of it
would disappear if he dared hurt one of his employees. Besides, she was pushing
all the wrong buttons on this man, and those buttons led to the most
interesting of places in the human body.
    Sara’s downfall was she wanted a man between her legs.
Griffen was certainly a man; a huge, hungry, predatory man in which she could
sink her teeth into. He would certainly serve his purpose.
    “How many times are you going to do this to yourself,
Mecenna?” he asked.
    Sara felt wanton, raising a brow. “Do what?”
    Matched brows arched even higher. “Come here on your
nights off. Drink my stash…” His voice hard with impatience.
    Sara squared her shoulders. This caused her breasts to
rise. “As many times as it will take for me to perfect the pole.”
    Casey did not back down. However possible for a man
his size, he stepped forward in space only molecules could exist. His
shirtfront brushed her protruding nipples, the material’s roughness causing
them to tighten.
    Sara wouldn’t back down either. Tequila had this
effect on her. “And I have not perfected it—yet.”
    “And I have warned you twice, just in this last week,
you are not working the poles in my club.”
    “Why not?” she rushed out, her tone neared whining.
    “Because…”
    Sara stepped forward. She squashed those molecules and
atoms with vengeance and pressed her body as tight as she could to her boss
upon hearing this undesirable answer. Sara felt his heat, his finely tuned
heartbeat fluttering through her flesh, the shudder that ran down the length of
him and back up again, the huge bulge under his jeans that was now beyond an
aroused stage and drawing her in.
    Casey would never say so, but he didn’t have to speak
it. Sara only had to feel it. He wanted her…and tonight there’d be no turning
back.
    They stared at each other for what seemed like hours,
when in fact only but a few seconds slipped past.
    Sara licked her dry lips. Casey blinked—twice, perhaps
the action done only to settle his nerves. She could see the tremor in his
jaw-line. The tiny twitch at the side of his mouth to state he was holding
himself back. The angle his lips were set at, warning her of what might happen
if she dared push him into action. The darkening of the eyes to prove he was
worthy of his stature.
    Sara could not blink. Had she, she would have lost his
image, and that would’ve complicated her life more than it was going to be.
    Casey moved his hand to her lower back and pulled her
even closer. His searing breath fanned her lips as he said, “You’re not doing
the pole,” a half second before his mouth found hers like a heat-seeking
missile, locking firmly onto its target.
    Sara got lost in the unexpected kiss. Surreal, she was
unsure if Casey started it, or if her brain had told her head to lean forward
and initiate the act. Either way it became one hell of a kiss. Her eyes