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Craig is waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs with his hand out. “You need to get to the next stage, let me help you.”
    Garrick has invaded my world—I’m out of sync with everything. I look in his direction again. He’s still seated, but his arms are crossed over his chest now and he’s staring at Craig, hard. I don’t have time to say anything. My nipples stiffen at the memory of our kiss. Damn Garrick for showing up here. I take Craig’s hand, and he helps me down.
    I take a deep breath after the bouncer takes Robyn’s hand. I’m not blind; there’s history between them. Beautiful women have baggage. That doesn’t scare me—I always expect it. It’s gratifying knowing I’ll spend three nights a week staring at that beautiful body. Talking to her, making her blush. But I need to make a lasting impression before we start working together. I’m glad we met outside the club. I’m also thrilled that she kissed me. I want more. I need to taste her again—to feel the flare of her hips—to see that guarded passion unleashed again.
    She’s on the bed of that ’57 Chevy shaking her ass. Men swarm the stage and I don’t know if I like it. I don’t have a delicate ego. And there’s no shortage of women for me. But I don’t like games, and I don’t share. Once I decide to go after what I like, I’m all in.
    There’s a dingy look to the back of the club. The main room is better monitored, clean, and newly remodeled. I scan the tables on the far wall by the pool tables. There are high-tops and regular tables. I see a reasonably attractive blonde reach between her customer’s legs during a table dance. Another straddles her admirer, gyrating to the music. It’s a vicious cycle. I’m glad I was never the kind of man who had to be dependent on this environment to fulfill my sexual fantasies.
    I wait until Robyn’s set is over and casually walk to the end of the stage. I hold up the hundred-dollar bill I offered her before. “Take it.”
    She’s already dressed. “You’re not going away until I do.”
    I nod. I won’t leave after she takes it, either.
    “No one’s ever tried so hard to give me money before,” she comments while I assist her down the steep stairs. She swipes the money from my hand, then grins.
    I smile triumphantly. “Follow me to the VIP.”
    She stops short and stares up at me. “Frequent clubs, do you?”
    “No,” I answer, matter-of-fact. “It’s been five years.”
    “Oh really?” Doubt clouds her pretty eyes. “You’re certainly comfortable around naked women.”
    “That’s entirely different,” I say coolly. I’m not going to lie to the girl. I appreciate the female body—especially hers. My jaw clenches at the thought. “Well?”
    She seems preoccupied and looks over her shoulder.
    “What’s wrong?”
    “Nothing.” She kicks at the carpet nervously.
    “Come on.” I offer my hand. Even wearing stilettos, she only comes up to my chest. She’s petite with outrageous curves, and my dick responds favorably. “I need to sit down,” I confess.
    “So do I.” She accepts my hand.
    We walk to the VIP section, separated from the main room by heavy gold drapes and flimsy walls. I pay the bouncer fifty dollars and he lets us in. There are a dozen tables with white tablecloths and candles. Three of the tables are occupied, and of those remaining I choose the most private one, in the darkest corner. I prefer keeping my back to the wall in case someone I don’t trust comes in. Especially a boot-wearing motherfucker who deals drugs.
    A waitress comes to the table. “Can I get you something to drink?”
    I look at Robyn. “Champagne?”
    “Really?”
    “Yeah,” I say. “Whatever you want.”
    “Dom Perignon.” She flips her hair out of her face. She’s testing me.
    The waitress eyes me, and I nod approvingly. Robyn thinks I’m trying to impress her with money. I’m not. But I’ll let her take the lead, for now.
    “So,” she says awkwardly. “Where