carpet if the show isnât good,â Roxy said. Rogerâs temper was legendary, but he usually only exploded if the chorus was loafing. And she couldnât imagine Glenda or Tawny loafing. They took dancing as seriously as she didâ¦had.
âI didnât see you at the blackjack tables earlier. I hoped that meant youâd be backstage,â Tawny said.
âNot yet. I still have a few more surgeries before Iâll be ready.â But that wasnât the truth. Sheâd never dance again. The combination of the strenuous show moves and the weight of some of the headdresses they wore would be too much for her body. The doctor had told her after her last surgery that dancing in Vegas was out. A showgirl no more.
âGet well soon, girl,â Glenda said, giving her a hug before the two women moved on.
Roxy leaned back against the wall for a second. She really wanted to sink into it and become invisible. Then she remembered she was in public and straightened up, forcing herself to head for the exit.
The warm touch of a manâs hand on her back startled her. She jumped a little. But she knew that touch. The feel of that palm had been embedded in her memory already. She glanced back at Max.
âYou okay?â
âFine,â she said.
He rubbed his hand down her arm, linking theirfingers together, and led her away from the casino floor and out of the hotel. âWho were those women?â
âFriends of mine,â she said.
âDancers?â
She nodded. She wasnât ready to talk about that part of her life. Not that he was probing into it. She knew her reaction had a lot more to do with the fact that she didnât know how to deal with seeing her best friends than any question Max asked. âWhere are we going?â
âFor breakfast. I think I mentioned weâd eat after I finished that hand.â
She flushed a little, remembering she hadnât thought heâd really get up and leave the table after one hand.
âUh-oh, whatâs that look?â
âWhat look?â
âThat sheepish one.â
âI didnât think youâd actually leave after one hand.â
âIâm a man of my word,â he said, pulling her to a stop in the middle of the path.
She tipped her head back to stare into his eyes. He patiently let her look at him and she sighed deep inside realizing that sheâd never met a man like Max before. She doubted she ever would again. He was solid through and through. He wasnât part of the illusion of Vegas.
âSorry. Most gamblers canât leave.â
âI really just do it for fun and to relax.â
His fun had a much higher price tag on it than hers did. She could have bought a new house with some of the jackpots that were won and lost while Max played cards.
âTell me about your job,â she said.
âLater. We have to get moving to make our breakfast.â
âAre we leaving the hotel?â
He nodded, steering her down the path that led to Haydenâs private garage.
âWe have some really niceââ
He held up his hand. âI know. Iâve already talked to Hayden about moving you to be someone elseâs hostess.â
âYou did?â she asked. She couldnât believe his gall. Did he think he owned the world?
âNow donât get mad.â
âToo late. Do you think that you own me? Iâm not sure that you listened when I said I donât work for you.â
âI heard that. Thatâs why I spoke to Hayden. I have other plans for you and I, Roxy.â
She shook her head. âMaybe I donât want to be a part of them.â
He didnât force her closer, but she felt surrounded by him. âIâm not like this normally, but there is something about you that draws me.â
âLust?â
âYes,â he said with a devilish grin. âBut morethan that. If you donât feel the same, then say the word and
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