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Listen, you have somewhere we can talk?”
    “Are you not hearing me? I’m not selling. Now take your elite ass out of my establishment.”
    A wave of blonde hair caught Jaxon’s attention and he glanced over. The girl from the performance was now dressed in black studded bikini bottoms and a matching bandeau top. It wasn’t as revealing as what she had on before, but she still owned it. The way she moved was pure confidence, almost a hint of arrogance he could appreciate. It almost reminded him of…
    The goddess leaned over a man, whose eyes stayed glued to the cleavage the top showed off, and whispered something to him. He nodded and she turned so her backside was facing him. The panties weren’t of the G-string variety, instead the material was cut high so it made the two cheeks stand out. Made a man want to cup them. Seductively, she swayed her hips and lowered onto his lap as she lifted her hair in her hands to reveal her nape.
    McDaniel snorted. “Seems like I could sell you something though. That’s Lorelei. She’s a favorite around here. Gives a hell of a lap dance. Interested?”
    He kept his eyes trained on the woman. Now that she wasn’t so far away and encased in fog and blue lighting, something about her seemed very familiar. Just then she turned her face toward him, lips pouty as she continued to slide her bottom along the man’s lap.
    A lump formed in Jaxon’s stomach.
    It couldn’t be.
    Her eyes lifted and locked straight on to him.
    In the last month those eyes had hid nothing, and they still didn’t, as they rounded in shock and she shot off the guy’s lap.
    “What the fuck,” he whispered. The woman he’d been ogling seconds ago like some sex-deprived fiend was the same woman he’d been ogling in his office for the last goddamn month.
    They stared at each other for a moment longer before she started frantically looking everywhere but at him.
    “Hey, fucktard,” McDaniel’s hand landed on his forearm in a firm hold, “you’re making her uncomfortable. We don’t tolerate that around here.”
    He shook off the man’s grip and charged forward, ripping his jacket off as he went. Something inside him was determined to get her covered. Get her away from all these men staring at her exposed skin.
    When she started weaving through the crowd away from him, he called, “Miss Walker.”
    She froze, then spun around, stalked straight for him, grabbed his arm and yanked him to the side. “Do not ever use my real name in here.”
    He thrust his jacket at her. “Put this on.”
    She stared at it and then at him as if he’d lost his mind. “Why the hell would I do that? I’m working.”
    “You work for me . You’re an employee of Sutherland Investments.”
    “So?” she shot back.
    “You cannot conduct yourself in this type of manner outside of work.”
    Both brows rose as she crossed her arms over her chest. “And exactly how am I conducting myself, Mr. Sutherland?”
    “You’re selling your body for a paycheck. Don’t you have any self-respect?”
    He instantly regretted his words, especially with the way she jerked back like she’d been slapped. Men turned their heads toward them, eyes wide.
    A red flush brightened her cheeks as she pointed at him. “Fuck. You.”
    As she spun around, he grabbed her elbow. “I shouldn’t have said—”
    “Everything okay over here, Lorelei?” One of two huge guys asked as they hurried over.
    She yanked at her arm, and Jaxon lifted his hands up instantly.
    “Kick this asshole out.”
    “Madison—” Her name slipped out. Damn! He hated that the first time he used it was under these circumstances.
    “No!” She swiped her hand through the air, then stormed straight up to him, so close that she had to tilt her head back to continue looking him in the eye. “You don’t get to use my first name. You don’t get to know me at all. I quit, Mr. Sutherland. I’ll come by for my things tomorrow.”
    As she turned, he caught the sheen of tears