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and sexy around her shoulders. Her full lips, painted and pouty, promised all kinds of deviant diversions.
    Ty checked himself. She was the enemy. Plain and simple, he didn’t trust her. His gaze zeroed in on her stiffening nipples, the wide areolas visible beneath the sheer white fabric of her shirt. His cock twinged hard. He was glad for the boxer briefs he wore, lassoing the buck of his shaft.
    Candi cut off his view of Phil and he breathed easier. Ty glanced down at the blonde, who clung to him like a vine. While the little dancer was cute and accomplished, Ty preferred longer drinks of water, like Phil.
    After disengaging Candi’s blue nails from his shirt, he grinned down at Phil, who had a noticeable flush to her cheeks. Her blue eyes sparked. Whether from anger or desire he wasn’t sure, and he really didn’t care. What he wanted to see was that same fire in her eyes as he rode her hard to an orgasm. Ty muttered a curse. He’d spent too much damn time in this club. He wasn’t a dog by nature. Although he’d remained fairly unaffected by the girls here, he found himself reacting to Phil like one of Candi’s regulars.
    “You must be the new cocktail Bud told me about. Why are you standing around?”
    Phil opened her mouth, then closed it. Ty wondered how it would feel locking around his cock.
    “I was just getting orientated,” Phil said.
    Candi stared at him strangely. “This is Kat.” She turned to Phil and gave her an apologetic look. “Kat, this is Tyler Masters, the floor manager.”
    Like a trooper, Phil extended her hand. Reluctantly Ty took it. The minute he touched the smooth warmth of her skin a rush of electricity sparked his nerves. She felt it, too, her hand jerked in his, her eyes widening.
    “Get dressed and get out on the floor. We’re expecting a big crowd tonight,” he barked before turning on his heels and marching away.
    Aware his behavior was out of line, but unable to control it, Ty cursed out loud and dared anyone who heard him to take exception. He was in a fucking strip joint and could get away with just about anything. Except doing naughty things to Philamina Zorn’s luscious lips.
    Bud set a bottle of water on the bar as Ty strode toward him. “It’s going to be a busy one tonight, boss. Lines already forming.”
    Ty nodded and guzzled the cold water, wishing he could slam the chilled plastic against his throbbing cock. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d sunk himself deep into a woman. His undercover work left zero time for even the most casual affair, and while he had no problem doing as the underworld did to gain their trust and settle in, he had no desire for the girls at Klub Kashmir. Call him old-fashioned, but he preferred his ladies more on the demure side as opposed to the brazen women of the club.
    “Give me another round, Bud.”
    As he chugged down the second bottle, Ty’s frustration turned to anger. He could thank his stripper mother for his distrust of women. That and a whole suitcase full of baggage.
    He tossed the empty bottles over Bud’s shoulders for two three-pointers.
    “You never miss, do you, boss?”
    Ty grinned at the old cuss. “Nope.”
    “Did you meet the new cocktail I hired?”
    “Yeah, she’s slacking backstage.”
    Laughing, Bud opened another bottle of water for Ty and set it on the bar. “You know, anytime you want something stronger, just ask.”
    Ty gave Bud a crooked smile. “I don’t drink on the job.”
    “I hear you, just saying.” Bud eyed Ty. “About the girlie I hired today. If I wasn’t so desperate, I’d have told her to take a walk.”
    “Why?”
    “She turned white when I handed her the uniform.”
    Ty grinned; he could imagine.
    “Then she asked if she could wear pantyhose. I gave her the spiel, but I think she might not last the night. A real timid one, she is.”
    Ty grunted. If the old man only knew how far from the truth that statement was. Phil Zorn had the balls of a man, and while she played