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saw that on her resume.” Remy directed his next words toward Naya, who beamed. “Six months with him, right?”
    “Before I got to Broadway, I worked in his studio.” She shrugged with her expression. “Assistant to his assistant, though. I don’t want to make it seem any bigger than it was.”
    “He personally asked you to stay when you were cast in the West Side Story revival.” Daniel sounded incredulous. “That was a huge compliment.”
    “It’s true.” Remy took another drink of his champagne. “Campbell’s an ass.”
    “Is not!” Naya said on a laugh. She gestured with her hands when she talked, as if dancing all the time. “He’s a perfect gentleman. Just a little crotchety.”
    “I’ll forgive him because he liked you, and because his infusion of contemporary with hip-hop was transcendent. Groundbreaking at the time.” Maybe Remy ought to keep his opinions to himself, since he was tromping around their territory, but he’d never been able to shut his motormouth when it came to dance.
    Only, there was no need to hold back. Naya smiled, taking up his challenge. “By saying ‘at the time,’ you diminish innovations and his influence on the next generation.”
    The surprising part of the conversation was Daniel. If Remy had been forced to guess, he’d have said the businessman liked pretty dancers but didn’t know a damn thing about the industry. Only, he did. For close to an hour he defended his corner of the debate.
    “Campbell would be proud to see you now, Naya,” he said. “This afternoon, you two lit that place up.”
    “Did we?” Naya’s quick question made Remy feel more…assured. She’d flashed one of her own insecurities. Better her than him. “It felt good. I liked dancing with you.”
    She turned those big, dark eyes on Remy, and fuck if he didn’t melt. Mooning at a girl in front of her fiancé was a shitty idea, so he traded an unspoken compliment for crudeness—the safest way out for a guy who knew the streets almost as well as he knew the stage. “I liked it nearly as much as what happened afterward.”
    “I told Daniel about that.” She leaned back against her fiancé’s chest. His big hands cupped her shoulders. She was everything sultry and tempting.
    “How forthright of you.” Remy’s body came into immediate alignment. Every move calculated. Muscles tense. Forget chatter and teasing. They were on their way to an experience he had no intention of turning down. He lifted his gaze to Daniel, who watched him avidly. “You have a very good submissive here. She couldn’t help but bend, but she held true to you.”
    He shook his head. “She’s not my submissive.”
    “That’s our problem,” Naya said. “Our only problem. I like pain. I like to cry.”
    “And I can’t stand making it happen.” Daniel’s hands petted up and down her slim arms, until he tucked his fingertips under the sleeve of her pink T-shirt.
    Remy knew sex. More than that, he loved dominating those who craved it. He curled his fists to restrain the sudden need to grab and snatch and fuck. He wanted to grab a mean paddle and see the marks left by his work.
    He cleared his throat, hoping to keep his eagerness out of sight. “That’s why I’m here? You take a look at me and think I’m the guy for the job?”
    “You’re as easy to read as I am,” she said. “Go on. Deny it.”
    “Not denying a thing, darlin’.”
    She and Daniel shared another private look. Both mouths tipped toward tiny smiles. Naya spoke for them both. “We’ll have to keep it out of the club, of course. No hint of any of this when it comes time to dance.”
    “Except for when I throw in some choreography where I drag you around the stage.”
    Her grin flashed wider. “That’s just inspiration.”
    “And you want pain.”
    A shudder worked through her. Daniel combed his hands through her hair in a comforting, sexy motion. “I do,” she whispered. “I really do.”
    Remy’s cock was hard. His body