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monitor assured that he would have known if someone had.  
    What he had noticed, however, was that she was extremely popular with the men who worked here as well as the male members of Utopia. Understandably so.
    Gregori had wondered earlier tonight what on earth had possessed Claude to employ a woman so unlike the other tall and slender female members of the staff, but he had quickly realized exactly why it was he paid Claude such an exorbitant salary, as he watched the preference so many of the men showed toward Gaia Miller.
    Because they found that curvy body in the tight shirt and skirt as fascinating to watch as he did.
    Just as he guessed that those men—without exception—had imagined wrapping that deep red hair around their fingers to hold Gaia in place as they claimed those pouting, red-glossed lips with their own.
    Gaia Miller, whether she realized it or not, was a cock-tease.
    Her complete lack of guile as she moved effortlessly about the casino serving drinks told him she didn’t know.
    Gregori didn’t even want to think of how much time he had spent tonight imagining Gaia beneath his desk again, but this time with those red-glossed lips wrapped about his cock as her wicked little tongue did sinfully wonderful things to that sensitive knot of muscle just beneath his—
    He determinedly dragged his thoughts back above his waistline as his erection began to throb demandingly. “Sit down,” he instructed abruptly once they entered his office and he was able to sit behind the desk.
    Only to give a pained wince as his engorged cock protested at the confining movement.
    “I said sit down, Miss Miller,” he repeated harshly as he realized she had made no move to occupy the chair opposite his own. “I seem to remember you were complaining about the abuse of those shoes to your feet earlier?”
    “I wasn’t complaining as such, merely stating a fact.” Her cheeks became flushed as Gregori turned that remark back on her. “The shoes you expect us to wear are totally unsuited to seven hours of walking around in them!” She sat down on the edge of the seat opposite him and dropped the offending shoes onto the floor beside her.
    His eyebrows rose. “That I expect you to wear?”
    She shrugged. “They appear to be part of the uniform.”
    Gregori gave a tight smile as he sat forward to lean his elbows on the desktop, steepling his fingers together in front of him. “Claude informs me the male customers tend to buy more drinks if they’re served by a beautiful woman wearing fu—high-heeled shoes.”
    “I’m sure they do,” she acknowledged dryly. “And I’m not in the least offended by the phrase ‘fuck-me shoes’.” Mockery now gleamed in those golden, cat-like eyes.
    Gregori wasn’t even sure he would have noticed this woman among his other female employees if their initial meeting hadn’t been so memorable. Now he couldn’t seem to stop noticing everything about her. The perfect arch of auburn brows over those golden-colored eyes. The slight dimple in her right cheeks when she smiled. There was also a light dusting of enticing freckles visible at the tops of her creamy breasts.
    Ripe breasts that he wanted to bare and explore fully with his lips and teeth, listening to her moans of pleasure as he suckled her juicy nipples into the heat of his mouth.
    “Neither am I,” his voice sounded like a husky throb even to his own ears. “And I’m sure some of the female members of Utopia will also have noticed how sexy your legs look above those fuck-me shoes.” He used the phrase deliberately this time, knowing by the sudden rush of blood to Gaia’s cheeks that she wasn’t as blasé about the comment as she pretended to be.
    “Correct me if I’m wrong, Mr. Markovic, but it seems to me that you have a fantasy about watching two women together?” she taunted knowingly.
    If she had hoped to throw him off-guard by the remark then she was going to be disappointed. “Isn’t that every man’s