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hard to get for some reason, and I don’t go for that shit, sweet one.” Jax bent his head and lightly brushed her throat with his lips.
    “I’m not playing anything. I’m just not interested. You got Peaches and plenty of other sluts who’ll fuck you, so no need to pursue me.” She touched her throat where his lips had been.
    “Pinewood Springs can get mighty lonely in the cold, winter nights. An icy one like you is gonna want some heat. When that time comes, I’ll be here, waiting for you.”
    “Oh, I’ll manage. I always do.” She smiled sweetly at him.
    His gaze moved down to her lips then back to her eyes, making her body tingle all over. Tilting his head, he kissed her gently while his hands squeezed the back of her neck. He pulled back, smiling, his eyes twinkling. Cherri, lightheaded, grabbed the back of the stool, steadying herself. No man had ever kissed her like that. The tenderness of it brought tears to her eyes. She had to get away from him before she broke down and sobbed like a blathering idiot.
    “Emma has confidence in you. I do, too—I know you’ll do a good job with the dancers. Mandy was a fuck-up. You have some work ahead of you, but you’re smart, so you’ll be able to get things back on track. Just remember to stay on Emma’s good side. She can be a bitch. If you ever have a problem, let me know. I can take care of it.”
    Waving to Holt, Jax threw his leather jacket over his shoulder. Cherri, transfixed by his movements, watched him. He turned around when he was near the door and said, “I’ll always be here for you, baby girl, no matter what. You remember that.” The metal door clanked shut behind him.
    “Are you okay, Cherri?” Holt asked.
    Nodding, she struggled to regain her composure. This is so lame. What the fuck? Why did he have to go and kiss me like that—like he cared and he didn’t just want to get in my pants. Why doesn’t he leave me the fuck alone? I don’t need this shit. Not. At. All.
    Glancing at the clock, she said out loud, “Fuck, it’s already three o’clock. I gotta check the line-up and get the dancers ready for tonight. See ya later, Holt.” Cherri scurried to the back to make sure all the dancers had arrived and everything was in order for the evening show. Thursday nights were always busy at Dream House, and she wanted to show Emma and Jax—yeah, Jax—that she could do this job and do it well.
    In the back room, Peaches greeted her with a dour face. “Fuckin’ leave my boyfriend alone, slut!”
    “He told me he’s not your boyfriend.”
    “He didn’t tell you shit, you jealous bitch. Find your own man, and fuckin’ leave mine alone.”
    “I don’t want your man, so don’t get in my face about it.”
    “Bullshit! I see the way you flirt and throw yourself at him. Back the fuck off. I’m gonna be Jax’s old lady, and I’ll beat your ass if I see you making moves on him again.”
    “Why don’t you tell your man to leave me the fuck alone? He’s the one sniffing around my ass all the time. I can’t help it if you’re my replacement.”
    “You slut!” In one swift move, Peaches had Cherri by the hair and shook her like she was a limp doll. Cherri, regaining her balance, hauled off and punched Peaches right in the stomach, eliciting a yelp from the enraged woman. Peaches swung at Cherri, who hit her back as they both screamed and cussed at each other. A few of the other dancers gathered around, some egging Peaches on, others in Cherri’s court.
    “You fuckin’ bitches, break it up! This ain’t no fightin’ arena.” Holt pulled the two women apart. Twisting out of Holt’s grasp, Peaches lurched at Cherri, hatred brimming in her eyes.
    With a handful of Peaches’ hair, Holt yanked her back. “Fuckin’ stop, Peaches, or I’m gonna kick your ass outta here for tonight.” His harsh voice stopped her in her tracks. She had worked long enough at Dream House to know that when Holt gave a warning, he always acted on it if he