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“Very cool. And for sure I’ll push them for you. Okay, a catalogue is out, but you definitely need business cards! I can do some up for you on the computer as soon as we come up with a label.”
    Samair nibbled on her bottom lip. “What do you think of Trouble?”
    “It’s perfect.” Joey set down her fork and raised her glass of Diet Coke in salute. “To doing what we were meant to do . . . and mucho success for Trouble!”

9
     
     
     
     
    V al stood in the shadowed corner watching Samair as she danced. Things had been pretty hectic the last few days with staff problems, calls from Vera, and a visit to the court-house to testify about a fight that had happened outside the club six months earlier. All normal things, but everything seemed to be happening at once, and the curvaceous blonde had popped into his head at odd times. He’d be doing the schedules or talking on the phone with his liquor vendor and the image of her on his desk, all angelic and naughty at the same time, would fill his mind.
    He hadn’t lied when he told Karl he wasn’t going to let her distract him, but since she’d walked into Risqué that night he’d been able to think of nothing other than learning more of her secret fantasies.
    The club was pretty busy for a Monday night, and he’d watched from his office as she laughed and danced with her friends until the itch under his skin became undeniable. After a quick round of the club, checking in with his doormen and bartenders to see that all was well, he’d found a corner and searched her out with his gaze.
    A soft pink top hugged her upper body and showed off her fantastic cleavage, and a long flowing skirt hid the curve of her delectable ass. Her breasts bounced and her skirt swung as she danced with an enthusiasm and abandon that called to the animal deep within him.
    As if she sensed his thoughts, she spun around and her gaze landed directly on the corner where he stood. On him.
    There was no way she could see him in the darkened corner, but she knew someone was there, watching her. A defiant and blatantly devilish grin spread across her face and she shook her ass, rubbing against her partner. The challenge in her gaze was clear. She was out to have a good time, and nothing was going to get in her way.
    She raised her hands, spun in her partner’s arms, did a last rub against him, then walked away, leaving behind the loser who’d been trying to make a move on her on the dance floor.
    The thrill of the chase fired up inside Val and he stepped out of the shadows to follow her. If she really wanted to misbehave, he was the man for her.
    He saw her at the back bar and moved in that direction. When he stepped up behind her, Tommy was just sliding her drink in front of her. With a shake of his head Val signaled the bartender to refuse her money. Before she could turn around, he leaned in and spoke softly against her ear. “What’s number two?”
    She did a tight turn, her body brushing erotically against his, and looked up at him. “Number two?”
    “On your list of favorite sexual fantasies.”
    “Oh, that .” Her baby blue eyes met his dead on. “You thinking of helping me experience the whole thing?”
    “Possibly.”
    Her little pink tongue snuck out and slid slowly over her pouty bottom lip, making his cock twitch with need.
    Samair saw the flare of heat in Valentine’s dark eyes and an answering flame licked at her insides. The urge to dance close to the fire had her reaching out to place a hand low on his belly. His stomach contracted, and heat seeped through the silk of his dress shirt to her fingertips, invading her body.
    “I’m not so sure ‘possibly’ is good enough. You’re asking me to share my deepest desires. They’re very personal.” She struggled to keep her voice light and flirtatious.
    “How about we make a little deal?”
    “Deal?”
    He moved closer, leaving mere millimeters of space between their bodies as he reached up to brush a lock of hair