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slacks and pulled on jeans. She watched the muscles of his thighs flex as he lifted his ass off the seat.
    When he stripped off his shirt, Tasha had to look away. Something about Marco affected her in a way she didn’t understand. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t seen beautiful men naked before.
    “What’s the plan?” he asked when he was dressed.
    “Get out.”
    Tasha went to the passenger side and examined Marco head to toe. The slim jeans were okay, but the shirt was clearly meant to go with the black one-button suit he had in his bag. It was starched and pressed.
    She grabbed the hem and crushed it in her hands.
    “What are you doing?” Marco asked.
    “You look like you just took off a tie.”
    Tasha unbuttoned the cuffs and rolled them up, then she ran her hands up his chest, wrinkling the fabric. She tried to ignore the way he felt below the fabric—warm and firm. She jerked her hands back, rubbed them on her thighs and then ran into the liquor store. She kept her head down and used cash to buy a pair of cheap sunglasses. She ripped the tag off and handed them to Marco.
    “Let’s go.”
    “What’s the plan?” Marco repeated.
    “Not sure.” Tasha slid into the driver’s seat and drove them to the club. The building was nondescript gray in the afternoon light. Tasha got out and motioned for Marco to follow. They went around to the side of the building where she found an entrance marked staff. Before she rang the bell, she took her hair down and unbuttoned Marco’s shirt halfway down his chest.
    “Follow my lead. The less you say the more people will fill in the gaps for themselves,” she whispered. Marco nodded, his gaze searching her face.
    The door opened, metal hinges creaking.
    “Yeah?” The man who stood in the doorway was middle-aged and fat. He looked like a rumpled accountant. A stack of mail was under his arm.
    “Are you Nero?” Tasha asked, getting the name from the mail he held.
    “And who are you?”
    “I heard you might be looking for someone.”
    Nero rubbed the top of his balding head. “I have audition days, you should come back then.”
    “I’m here now.” Tasha scooped a hand through her hair, dipped her chin and looked up at him through her lashes.
    Nero examined her head to toe—there was nothing sexual in the way he did it, which was unexpected and a little unnerving. “Okay, come in.”
    Tasha and Marco followed Nero through the door into a dark hall. There were doors to a stockroom, the bathrooms and an unlabeled one that they headed for. She could see a section of the club at the end of the hallway. The house lights were on and a uniformed crew was cleaning the dance floor and raised dancers’ platforms. The unmarked door led to a good-sized office.
    “Sammy, these two just showed up.”
    Another man sat at one of the two desks in the office. He was clearly related to Nero, though he was younger and had hard, dark eyes.
    Sammy looked Tasha over, eyes narrowing as he examined her. His gaze was definitely sexual.
    “We don’t take guys.” Sammy waved at Marco.
    “He’s my boyfriend,” Tasha said. “He’s just coming with me to make sure nothing bad happens.”
    “That’s a good idea,” Nero said absently as he sat at his desk and started sorting mail.
    Sammy snorted. “If he doesn’t want anything to happen to you then maybe he shouldn’t let you be a stripper.”
    “This is a strip club?” Tasha sneered slightly. “I thought it was somethin’ else. Sorry.”
    “Wait a sec, blondie. If you’re looking for better money than glitter and titty tassels then you’re in the right place.”
    “Cool. I’m Ashley.”
    “I’m Sammy. Me and my brother own this place.” Sammy swiveled his chair, leaned back and crossed his arms. “Strip down and let me have a look.”
    Tasha heard Marco take a step forward. She tossed a smile over her shoulder. “It’s okay, baby, this is how they do it.”
    The dark glasses obscured his eyes, but she could tell from