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did?”
    “Yes. It would be utterly, wonderfully,
horrible.” But mostly it was horrible how not bad that idea sounded.
    While trying to empty my mind of
Hudson blowjob images,I surveyed the club. The place was slow, even for
a Wednesday night. From the bar, I had full view of the ten bubble rooms that
circled the perimeter of the upper level. The bubble rooms were The Sky
Launch’s highlight. Each room, round in shape, featured a glass wall
overlooking the dance floor on the lower level, and had private access much
like box seats at a stadium. They all had a curved seating area around a table,
and fit eight people comfortably. The bubbles provided a relatively quiet and discreet
area while still being very much part of the club. When the occupied lights
were on, the outer walls of the bubble rooms glowed red. Only two were lit up.
A shame. If the club had the kind of notoriety it could have, those rooms would
fill within the first ten minutes of being open.
    “God, I hope it picks up,” Liesl
said, draping her torso across the counter next to me. “I can’t make it through
a full shift at this pace. It’s so boring!”
    “I hope so, too.” We should have
been busting with the summer crowd by now. The lack of business made me feel
more confident about my ideas for the club. I fidgeted, anxious to get in the
office and share them with my bosses.
    “What did you do today?” Liesl
asked.
    “I worked on a PowerPoint
presentation all morning. I crashed about two.”
    Liesl narrowed her eyes. “You
need more sleep than that, Laynie.”
    “Nah. Five hours is plenty.” I
actually felt pretty good. Gathering the best of my thoughts for The Sky Launch
into a presentation had been very therapeutic, easing my concerns about my
future at the club. Hudson couldn’t fire me after he saw how much time and
effort I’d put into the business, could he? Not if my ideas were good, and I
knew they were.
    I pulled my phone out of my bra
cup where I kept it—no pockets in my skin-tight dress—and checked the time. It
was almost nine-thirty. How long would they keep me waiting?
    They walked out minutes later. I
stood the moment I saw them, smoothing my dress down and looked to Hudson,
eager for a sign of approval.
    But the expression that met me
took my breath away—an expression of total male power and dominance. Even in
the dark of the club, I could make out his eyes as they perused me—the way he
did every time we saw each other. Again I felt claimed by his overwhelming
magnetism, my heart racing just at the sight of him. My legs turned to jelly
and my knees buckled, tipping me forward.
    Into his arms.
    He caught me with a graceful ease
that contradicted the solid body that held me steady. My hands clenched his
dress shirt—how did my hands get under his jacket?—and I resisted the urge to
run them across the firm pecs I felt under my grasp.
    He mistook my motion, seeming to
think I was searching for further stability. “Alayna,” his voice flowed over me
like liquid sex. “I’ve got you.”
    I’ve got you. Boy, did he.
    “Laynie, are you okay?” David
peered at me over Hudson’s shoulder. Did he have to ask? Couldn’t he see that I
was drowning in lust?
    “Yeah,” I managed. “I’m, um, new
shoes.”
    Hudson glanced down at my strappy
rhinestone embellished sandals. “They’re lovely.” His voice came out so deep it
rumbled and my belly knotted with the sound.
    “Uh, thanks.” I was breathless.
And embarrassed when I realized I was still in Hudson’s arms. I eased my grip
and pushed myself into a standing position.
    “Sorry we kept you waiting.” Hudson’s
hands lingered on me until I was steady. “I had a few things to discuss with
David privately.”
    “No problem.” I still felt the
burn of Hudson’s hands on my bare skin. For distraction, I dove into business
discussions. “I have so many ideas I’d like to share about the club. I put them
into a presentation. I brought my