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breasts.
    “Oh, thank God,” she said on an exhale.
    A strange sensation filled Ty’s chest, urging him to step forward, to envelope her in his arms, hold her tight. Would she melt into his arms like he imagined she would, or would she run for the hills? Probably the latter. He was a stranger, after all, a customer in a nightclub that peddled flesh along with booze and Gods knew what else. She’d no doubt see his advance as an attempt to get in her pants and run the opposite direction. No good, numbnuts. Slow your roll and chill.
    Ty stifled his urge to hold her and instead, waved a hand through the air while casting her what he hoped was a reassuring smile. “It’s no problem. Your boss is a real prick. I’m happy to see you free of that POS, even if it’s only for an hour.”
    In truth, he’d pay good money to make sure she never squirmed beneath Tony’s deprecating glare again. The guy was a sleaze-bag, the worst kind of scum. And after a few thousand years of chasing after the scourge of the underworld, he knew scum when he saw it.
    “An hour…” Danika dabbed the remaining tears from her face and blew out a shaky breath. “I, uh…ugh,” she mumbled beneath her breath. Straightening her stance, she raised her chin, forced a smile and gestured toward the darkened hallway on the opposite side of her section. “You saved me from a horrible hour that was sure to include a beating. I owe you. I’ve never danced for anyone before, but…” She lifted her shoulders and cast him an unsure smile “I’m willing to try…with you.”
    Great Zeus above! Was she serious? Did she really intend to take him to this so-called velvet room? Gods! Not only was she innocent, Danika was a fighter, a warrior—a survivor. Though she’d obviously never performed for a customer in such a manner, and though the idea made her visibly ill, she obviously intended to press forward and show him a good time anyway.
    Vivid images of her straddling him in a large velvet chair bombarded his conscious thoughts, drowning out the noise from the club along with any and all sense of reason. The mental picture was incredible. Body writhing and slick with sweat, he pictured himself sheathed deep within her slick core, her perfectly rounded breasts bouncing in time with each powerful thrust. Her soft, pleasured grunts filled his head, feeding his desire.
    Holy…fuck. An uncomfortable pain tore through his lap, his dick threatening to burst out of his pants and have its way with her.
    A deep growl tore through his chest before he could stop it. His beast clamored inside him, desperate to claim the angelic beauty.
    Ty swore beneath his breath. Dammit all to hell! What was it about this human that caused him to forget himself? She called to him like the ancient sirens of the sea—dangerous, seductive. Sweet, Blessed Aphrodite! He was powerless against her charms. The pull toward her was primal, innate. Could it be possible? Was she his life mate? Could she be the one woman who could tame his beast?
    There were only two ways of knowing if she were truly meant for him. One inspired horror and sent his stomach reeling. He’d never let her alone with his Nemean lion—ever. The beast was savage and unforgiving, and decimated everything it came in contact with. The mere thought of the other threatened to blow the top off his cock. If he followed Danika into Salon #1, if he demanded what his two grand had paid for, he’d know once and for all if she was truly meant for him.
    Thing was, as much as he desired to claim her, to lose himself in her sweet perfection, he wouldn’t force himself upon her. He might be a cold-blooded killer, but he wasn’t a rapist and for all of his sins, he’d never forced himself on a woman. He wasn’t about to start now.
    Ty sucked in a deep breath and squared his shoulders. Control. He needed to maintain control. And to do that, he needed to stay away from Danika. The thought of walking away from the sexy siren