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kiss him. She didn’t dare,
enjoying this more. Him making her wait for his next move, not knowing what it
might be.
    Behind her, he paused. Anticipating his directive, Nikki
parted her legs a bit more, enjoying the chilled air licking her damp cleft,
imagining how her ass looked, the skin pale, not yet bearing the marks of his
punishment. Did Connor picture the same, or was he wondering how it would feel
to run his fingers down the furrow between her cheeks, separating them to study
the tight pink circle of her anus, leaving no part of her free from his inspection?
    Holding back a delighted moan, pleased with his continued
scrutiny, she focused on Mitch.
    He held her gaze longer than she would have guessed, briefer
than she desired, before he surrendered and regarded her nakedness once more.
Despite the room’s coolish temperature, perspiration dotted his temples. His
expression sharpened with predatory interest.
    A new rush of moisture bathed Nikki’s cunt, her clit growing
more sensitive, pleading for his and Connor’s attention. They weren’t kids
anymore, afraid to go beyond kissing and petting. They were adults, free to do
as they chose.
    Touch me.
    Mitch stared at her belly jewelry and then her erect
nipples. Connor came around to the front, standing beside his brother. Neither
man reached for her.
    Damn. Bringing down her arms, Nikki clasped her hands behind
her back, her feet still apart, her body exhibited. “Do I pass?” she asked
again.
    A muscle twitched in Connor’s jaw. He turned to his brother,
his earlier indifference returned, as though he was back in boss mode. “If it’s
all right with you, she can start tonight.”
    She stared in surprise, not expecting it. Apparently,
neither had Mitch. His expression darkened.
    Nikki froze, just as she had in school when she’d caught him
watching her with the other kids, ones she hadn’t liked at all. He knew it as
well as she had. Even so, there’d been no judgment on Mitch’s face then. No
affection either. Just that hard stare.
    He was going to say no and tell her to leave.
    “It’s either the club or being in one of the films,” she
said, desperate to convince him that she needed to do this. “I’m right for your
movies too. Aren’t I, Connor?”
    He frowned.
    Nikki wasn’t cowed. She’d survived her ex, all that bad
press and Mitch’s bitch secretary. “I am. So let’s say I do the film too, in
addition to the—”
    “No,” Mitch interrupted. He grabbed her clothes from the
floor, her blouse from the sofa and shoved them at her.
    The legs of her capris swung into her thighs. She kept her
hands behind her back. “I don’t want your check. I won’t take it.”
    “I’m not offering it.” He took her arm, dropping her clothes
over it, then went to his desk and pulled out a small metal box. “How much are
your parents behind in their payments?”
    “Why?”
    “How. Much. Nikki?”
    She started at the steel in his voice, then mumbled the
figure.
    Mitch took a thick wad of cash from the box and came around
his desk to her.
    “Whoa, hold it,” she said. “I don’t want that any more than
I did your check.”
    “Your parents might.” He offered her the bills, all
hundreds. “And don’t worry, it’s an advance on your salary, not a gift. Take
it.”
    Her hand shook badly enough for him to notice. Mitch folded
his fingers over hers, making certain she’d keep the cash. His grip was strong
and gentle. Tears stung her eyes, his kindness more than she was entitled to.
    “I shouldn’t,” she said.
    Ignoring her protest, he went to his desk, returning the
metal box to the drawer. “Stop by my secretary’s office on your way out. She’ll
have paperwork for you to complete and sign. Be at Wicked at six tonight. I’ll
have our manager show you what to do.”
    He’d said those last words over his shoulder as he left the
room.
    Connor regarded her with lingering arousal tainted by a
whole lot of caution.
    Say something, she ordered