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but when the dancer shook her head to refuse service, Trey gave the server a tip and sent her on her way.
    “Ms. Night, is it?”
    “Natalie.” She spoke quickly, in a breathless rush. “Stage name.”
    He vaguely recalled seeing “Natalie Night” on a program posted at the entrance of the club. Back onstage, another performer already entertained the crowds, the breathy music and pounding bass punctuated by a few male shouts of approval.
    “Well, Natalie, I won’t keep you. I only came back here because I didn’t want to get you in trouble with the club management.” He took in the gilt framed mirror behind the sofa and on the ceiling, guessing this room was designated for private dances and more. Not once in his life had he paid for “extra” even though he had been inside clubs like this in the past. What more might Natalie offer if he was so inclined?
    “I’ll be fine,” she assured him, tugging on the strap of her costume to move the material toward the edge of her shoulder. “Tonight was just a trial run for—” She paused. Smiled tightly. “For me.”
    She seemed to speak with deliberate patience, articulating slowly as if she might be annoyed at having to converse with a fan. Not that he blamed her. But he was too curious about that comment to walk away yet.
    “This is your first night on the job?”
    “A public audition for a role in the—” she drew a hand through her hair, the medium-length platinum strands settling right back into place “—fall lineup.”
    The movement distracted him from her words, his eye going to all the bare skin her costume exposed. With sudden fierceness, he realized he did not want her in the fall lineup. Not one damn bit.
    “You don’t want to work here.” He pictured the club bouncers shoving her into VIP rooms with high-paying guests who would be only too glad to dole out money for a private show. “I know you’d be a featured performer with your talent, but some clubgoers don’t always respect the dancers’ boundaries. You wouldn’t want to have to...you know...entertain clients back here.”
    Then again, she must know what the job involved. And he was probably way out of line to tell her how to live her life, but damn. She was too talented to deal with rich jerks.
    “I’ll worry about that when the time comes.” She spoke so softly he had to lean closer to hear her.
    Close enough to catch her scent—some light, barely-there fragrance.
    “I have no business telling you what to do.” He tried to back away and get out of there but found himself still standing way too close to her.
    He wanted a look behind the mask and settled for trying to discern her eye color under the black domino mask. Blue, maybe.
    “Didn’t you like the dance?” she asked, shifting from one sky-high heel to the other, her precisely painted lips moving with slow precision as she spoke.
    Seized with the urge to lick all that glossy pink away until he could see the real color beneath, he felt his blood surge. He wanted this woman, even though he didn’t know one damn thing about her.
    “I liked the dance a whole hell of a lot.” That didn’t explain what made him follow her. Or what made him stick around when he had no plans to pay for a private performance. “Too much. Maybe that’s why I don’t think you should perform it in a place like this where the dancers are encouraged to work overtime.”
    It was difficult to gauge her reaction under the barrier of the mask. But her mouth curved in a sly, sexy grin that raised his temp a few degrees.
    “You were a great audience,” she confided in that soft tone that made him feel as if they’d already been intimate. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”
    He was close enough to kiss her. And the way she spoke to him made him think she might welcome it. But the clock on the wall chimed the hour just then, dragging her attention away.
    “I’ve got to go,” she announced, straightening her shoulders.
    Was his time up