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anyone but him, not that he would have cared if it were any other night. She
could do as she pleased. But tonight she was his entertainment.
    When he had told Jalena they were going to a strip club
tonight, she barely batted an eye. Greyson could just imagine a proper, shy woman
like Avalon in a place like this. She’d probably die of shock.
    Jalena tucked the bill into Midnight Glitter’s overflowing
sparkly bikini top, letting her hands linger on the other woman’s breast.
Greyson licked his lips and took a sip of his drink.
    The buzz of alcohol made him feel good and kept his head
light. Being here also made his body ache for sexual release. Jalena waltzed
back and he patted his lap. She straddled him, wrapped her arms around his
neck.
    “You wanna stuff cash into my bra?” she said into his ear,
allowing her tongue to glide along it.
    Greyson thrust his hips up to let her know money wasn’t what
he planned to give her. “That’s better than cash, sweetheart. But you’re going
to have to work for it. Lap dance.”
    Her red painted lips stretched into a lustful grin. She
began moving her hips, gyrating her ass on him. While she was doing that,
causing a certain part of his to strain against his jeans, Greyson reached to
pour more whiskey into his glass. He stopped. He already had more than enough.
Were it any other person, they’d probably be drunk out of their mind by now. It
took a lot more than three glasses of alcohol these days to get him drunk.
    He didn’t mind drinking himself into oblivion. At times, he
purposely did it. It was the only way he could clear his mind and free himself
temporarily from the duties and pressures of his job. But not tonight. He had
plans for the sexy lady grinding on his lap and having a drunk, limp noodle was
not conducive to it.
    Greyson halted Jalena and pulled his cell phone from his
pants pocket. He hit the number of the sentry who was his designated driver for
the night and told him to meet him at the front of the building. The plans he
had for Jalena couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to get home soon or at least
in the back of the car.
     
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    Avalon wiped her hands on her dress before picking up the
huge bowl of salad. Once a week there was a dinner for everyone in the colony in
the recreation center. Only once had Avalon attended one of them and that was
because her grandmother forced her to go. Large crowds made her feel
uncomfortable.
    Lily asked her to make the punch and salad for tonight.
Bear, the Jhetan cook, was taking care of the rest. Avalon could not leave
early tonight since Greyson made sure to remind her that she was supposed to be
at his beck and call at all times of the day.
    So far, he hadn’t asked much of her besides meal requests
and making sure he had clean towels and a pair of workout clothes always at the
ready when he went to the exercise room.
    Despite his lack of demands, he still made Avalon feel
uncomfortable. Perhaps it was the way his hard brown eyes seemed to inspect her
as if searching for worthiness. Or maybe it was the immense, authoritative
presence of him that caused her to feel inadequate in comparison.
    Avalon pushed open the swinging door from the kitchen,
carried the salad bowl to the back of the multi-purpose room, and sat it on the
long table next to the rest of the food.
    She walked back into the kitchen where Bear was slicing up a
ham at a speed that made her eyes blur. Bear was a giant of a man, but he was
so friendly and unintimidating that she felt at ease around him.
    “Anything else you need me to do?” she asked.
    He glanced at her before returning to his task. “Nope.
Making the punch and salad was plenty. Go on and enjoy yourself. Everyone
should be here soon.”
    Avalon went back out to the big room filled with table and
chairs. The Jhetan youth had created art, which adorned the walls, giving the
space warmth and much needed splashes of color.
    She took a seat at a table off to the side to wait.