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and Anders waved him off and held her door himself, waiting until she was settled into place before closing it and sliding into the other  side.
     
    He stared at her during the trip, and she tried not to fidget.  She wasn’t sure which was worse, talking or silence.  If she talked, she ran the risk of babbling and asking stupid questions, but sitting in silence seemed terribly uncomfortable.  Especially with him staring at her with those deep blue eyes. 
     
    Elle felt the limo stop moving and waited while the driver opened her door.  When she stepped out, she expected to see a busy restaurant, but instead was greeted with a large windowless building, with a simple sign that said, “Diora.”  Several cars were in the parking lot though, so maybe this restaurant was going for a unique feel.
     
    Anders stepped out of the limo and handed several bills to the driver, then gave him a brief set of instructions.  The driver nodded and got back behind the wheel, leaving them standing alone in the crowded parking lot. 
     
    They entered the building and were stopped at a long counter with a cash register.  A large, dangerous looking man stood behind the  counter, and Anders approached him.
     
    “VIP room,” he said, handing over a black credit card.  “I’m starting a tab also.”
     
    “You want the full package or just the room?” The large man asked.
     
    Anders smiled and replied, “Give us everything.”
     
    The man nodded and swiped the credit card through a machine, then picked up a telephone and spoke into it quietly.  After a brief conversation, he hung up and led them to a door behind the counter.  Anders opened the door, then paused to let Elle pass.
     
    She climbed the set of stairs carefully, not wanting to trip in her heels and send them both crashing down the steps.  When she reached the top, she exited into a room with a small stage holding a tall silver pole.  At one side of the stage was a plush oversized couch that looked like a pile of crimson red clouds.
     
    Anders slipped an arm protectively around her waist and guided her to the couch.  As they both sat, the large man closed and locked the door to the stairs behind him, leaving them alone in the room.  Elle could hear the heavy pounding of music distantly and looked at the silver pole on the stage.  She realized this must be a strip club.
     
    Of course.  She wasn’t his type, and he was going to embarrass her by tossing money at naked women who were the rest of the night.  Well, Ryan had done worse, so he was mistaken if he thought this would shake her. 
     
    A second door opened, and an impossibly leggy woman stepped into the room.  She wore black lace lingerie and a garter belt that held thigh high stockings up on her long legs. 
     
    “Can I get you anything?” She asked, leaning forward over Anders so that her breasts fell almost completely out of her tiny bra.
     
    He gave the slightest roll of his eyes and looked at Elle, then turned back to the woman.  “Two glasses of your best red wine, and a more talented woman than you.”
     
    She glared at him and stalked out of the room, her clear stiletto heels making clicking noises as she left.  Elle felt bad for her, but knew that an insult was probably not the worst of the other woman’s job.  She couldn’t imagine working in a place where men ran their hands over her body constantly.
     
    “Did you like her?” Anders asked, responding to the look of sympathy that had crossed Elle’s face.  “If you did, I can have her come back.”
     
    Elle shook her head.  She didn’t want to subject that poor woman to having to dance for Anders immediately after he had insulted her.  It was apparent that he was an entitled ass, just like the majority of the high rollers she had dealt with during her time as a cocktail waitress.
     
    The door opened again, but this time a different woman entered.  She was average height, but had full breasts and hips that were barely