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that you’re so sure of? So sure that you would want to personally rat him out.”
    “I was surprised the first time I saw him do it. It was such an amateur move, yet it worked. He’s dropping a card he wants to hold for a later hand into his lap and slipping it under his leg. He pretends to have dropped something–a ring.
    “I don’t know if you’ve ever watched him, but he takes off a wide, silver band and plays with it beneath his fingers on the table. About twice a week, he conveniently drops it on the carpet, so he can pull his hand into his lap while he retrieves it.”
    “How have you managed to see it more than once?”
    Tara looks down again. Her lip drags innocently between those white as snow teeth, and I want to bite it before I slide my stiff cock along it.
    “I guess you could say he’s pursuing me. He wants me serving him drinks every night, and it’s because he’s trying to get me to see him outside of the lounge.”
    This is common. A server seeing a member outside of the lounge is a bonus for said member, and they get bonuses frequently.
    Our servers are young and attractive, and many are looking for a Vegas sugar daddy to set them up. Shannon encourages them to be arm candy for the men, and what else they do with our clients falls on deaf ears. I don’t want to know if they’re being paid money to do anything else.
    A feeling of frustration settles in my gut when I think of Noah touching this woman. I don’t like to think of it, and I don’t like that it bothers me.
    She doesn’t realize the danger she’s putting herself in if he found out she told about the cheating. Why couldn’t it have been any other member? I could kick their ass to the curb. Noah is the worst name she could’ve given me.
    I have to walk a fine line with him. I can’t scare him off. If the police department busts us before we nail Sanders, the FBI said they’re letting us take the fall and will find another way to get to the drug lords they’re after.
    Before Adrian skipped town, he told me Reggie tipped him off that another female cop had planted herself in my lounge, but thanks to Adrian leaving, I haven’t been given a photo of her yet.
    Hell, maybe Tara is a cop and this is all a game to bust us. I squint my eyes at her. “How do you know Vicky that used to work in Elite?”
    Her head jerks back and eyes widen. “She’s a friend. We became friends while she worked here.”
    “Are you a fucking cop like her? Is this some kind of game?”
    “What?” Her question is asked with an astonished tone, but I heard some hostility weaved through it. Tara sits up straighter. That fine rack of hers teases me further. “No, I’m not a cop. I’m a server who is definitely earning her pay dealing with this bullshit.”
    Tara stands and starts toward the door, but I’m up out of my chair promptly, grabbing her by the arm. She spins around and glares at me. “I was trying to help you and your business.”
    I hang my head for a few seconds and let out a weighted breath. I believe I’m breaking a record this week on how many people I can piss off. I’m sure she’d call me an asshole, too, if I wasn’t her boss.
    “I’m sorry, and I–I don’t use those words often. I was suspicious since Adrian asked for your number recently.”
    Turning toward me, she stops resisting the hold I have on her arm, but I’m finding I don’t want to let it go. I like her feisty, quick-tempered personality.
    I already know she could be submissive. She showed that each time her gaze casted downward, and I’m certain she’s brave.
    Hell, I’m liking every damn thing about this woman except for the fact she’s probably sleeping with our clients. Even though it benefits my business, I don’t hold much respect for the servers who screw our members.
    Of course, who am I to judge? I’m a damn hypocrite if I do, especially after the way I’ve treated Blanca.

Tara
     
    Zev Cassano has a firm grip on my arm as his entrancing hazel