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mother? It would only make her worry even more. “It’s an executive assistant position,” she lied. “For a wealthy business owner. I’m going to meet with him tonight to talk about the details. I’ll let you know how it goes tomorrow morning.”
    Heather smiled. “Darling, that’s wonderful. But you don’t have to use that money for me. You can use it go back to school.”
    Ella glanced at the clock. She was due at Supermart in thirty minutes, and she really didn’t want to argue with her mother anymore. Her life at Atherton was long since over. “I have to go Mom. Don’t give the nurses too much trouble. I’ll see you in the morning.”
    “I wish you didn’t work so hard. I wish you didn’t worry about me so much.” Her mother tried to squeeze her hand, but Ella barely felt it.
    Kissing her gently on the forehead, Ella smoothed her mother’s hair and tried to swallow back the tears. She was going to take that job.
    Even if there were strings attached.
     

Chapter Four
     
     
    The Black Orchid was packed. Erik stood on the VIP floor and surveyed what was going on below. The music pumped through the speakers, and the crowd moved to the beat. His dancers twirled fluidly across the bar and enticed the crowd to drink more. They carried portable credit card machines and stuffed cash in their scandalous outfits as they poured drinks down the throats of gaping and desperate men. Drunk college students enjoyed overpriced body shots off his luscious cocktail girls, and at the end of the bar, bikini clad women dropped in and out of the huge aquarium. Drops of water dripped off their bodies as they teased the crowd below.
    “Hi, Mr. Chesnovak,” a breathy voice said in his ear. “I’m here to stock the bar for your guests tonight.” His marks were already on their way. They’d taken the bait far quicker than he had expected. The day had gone well. The night would go even better. He turned to survey the bartender. She was dressed in a uniform that consisted of a short black skirt and a bikini top that flowered into two black orchids at the nipples. Like all the women who worked for him, she was perfection.
    “What’s your name, sweetheart?”
    “Michelle,” she said as she swiveled her hips seductively. It was clear that she was hoping to be his favorite, but Erik had a firm policy about not mixing business with pleasure. He also knew that all of the women who worked for him had one thing in common. They had very few boundaries and absolutely no shame.
    None of them were enough to even tempt him to break his policy.
    “Thank you, Michelle,” he said softly. “I will not be needing your services after the bar is set up. My business tonight is sensitive, and I’ll need privacy. I trust that you have only our best selection of liquors?”
    She looked disappointed, but she nodded. “I’m very good at following orders,” she said as she licked her lips.
    “Boss?” his earpiece cackled. “The drivers are here if you want to unlock the VIP door.”
    “Consider it done. Thank you, Leonid.” He returned his attentions to the bartender. “You may return to the club.”
    It was clear from the look on her face that she didn’t like being denied, but she didn’t say anything as she left the VIP room. Erik signaled to his guard to let her through. “Matvei,” he said over his earpiece. “Send in the girls.”
    Three beautiful women walked into the room and lined up against the wall. Erik surveyed them closely. One blonde. One brunette. One redhead. All with ample curves and skills that would make a man plead for mercy. They were all wearing long black coats.
    “You’re dressed as I’ve asked?” he asked softly.
    “Yes, Mr. Chesnovak,” they answered automatically. Sultry voices to go with their sultry bodies. There were seven more just like these three waiting in the back rooms.
    The door opened and three men walked into the room. Mark Chancellor was a state senator, Jeffrey Granger was the city