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should have known you were mine.”
    “I don’t belong to anybody. I’m not Taletha’s, and I’m definitely not yours. And any chance you ever had with me has officially been shot by your jealous attitude.”
    Emily’s face formed a pout. “I saw you first.”
    “Technically, Lynne saw me first. But that doesn’t mean she has any more claim on me than you do.”
    “This is bullshit,” Emily snapped. “I quit. I’m not going to work for a bitch like you.” She threw her drink in Taletha’s face. Taletha gasped as vodka left streaks in her makeup and pooled in the cups of her bra. Emily turned on her heel and stormed out of the club.
    “Fuck,” Taletha gasped, trying not to cry.
    “Are you referring to the booze bath, or that you seem to have just lost another employee?”
    “Both.”
    To her surprise, both men hurried to embrace her.
    “It will be okay,” Adam murmured.
    “She was a pain in the ass, anyway,” Morris whispered. “You can always hire another teacher.”
    They immediately started stroking her again, placing kisses up and down her arms, around her shoulders, along her neck. Taletha rolled her head back and closed her eyes, allowing herself the comfort of their touch, the warmth of their kisses. But after a few minutes, the professional side of her brain kicked in, and she struggled to be free of their touch.
    “What’s wrong, baby?” Adam asked.
    “This isn’t right.”
    “But it feels so good. I know you’re concerned about dating your employees, but we can make it work.”
    “I can make it work, too,” Morris said. “I won’t let sex come between our partnership, I promise.”
    “It’s not about making it work. Emily’s right, I am a hypocrite. And as annoying as she is, she’s a great dance teacher. I can’t just let her get away. I will not let my indiscretions ruin my studio.”
    “Baby, what are you saying?” Morris’s voice trembled.
    “I’m saying that this was a mistake, and that I need to leave and find Emily so I can smooth things over and make sure she comes in to work tomorrow. I am not in any position to conduct a second job search right now.”
    “But—”
    “No buts. The studio comes first. I’m sorry. Actually, I’m not sorry. I’ll never apologize for putting work first.”
    “Don’t go,” Adam pleaded.
    “We’ve been having such a great time here,” Morris said. “I want to see where this goes. Even if it doesn’t work out the way I want, I can’t just shy away in fear. I need to pursue this, no matter what the outcome.”
    “That’s not an option, for a number of reasons, all of which you should already know.”
    “Please,” Morris said.
    “Please,” Adam repeated.
    Taletha shook her head. “I’ve already given my answer. Morris, please sign the credit card receipt for me at the end of the night and bring it with you to the studio tomorrow. This was a mistake, and it will not be happening again. Is that clear?” She pulled away from their pleading hands and headed for the exit, searching for Emily. She thought she heard them calling her name as she hurried out into the night, but she wasn’t sure if it was really them or if it was just some echo in the music that followed her out of the club.

Chapter Four

    Taletha hurried through the crowded downtown streets, hoping to find Emily in the drunken throng that spilled off the sidewalk. When she realized the crowd was too thick to identify an individual, she headed for the nearest bus stop, hoping that Emily would be waiting there. Taletha’s panic grew with each empty stop that she passed, but once she hit the fifth bench, she found her employee, sitting there looking pathetic, not even bothering to hide the histrionic tears sliding down her face.
    For a moment, Taletha felt annoyed enough to consider turning back around. She wasn’t sure if she wanted such an immature and volatile person working at her studio. But I can’t lose another teacher right now , she thought.