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wanted to enjoy her, and the ride, for as long as possible.

    Jude considered grumbling when Renee told her about the private dance. She didn’t like being alone with the clients. She hated the feeling of being in danger. Plus, it was going to prevent her from finding her mystery man.
    After an upbraiding from Renee, Jude relented and found a black demi-bra, which she paired with a black thong. For concealment, she slid into a man’s crisp, white dress shirt. It felt like her art smock, which gave her confidence. She desperately needed something to make her feel strong in this situation. She stepped into a pair of black stilettos and finger-combed her hair. Checking her look in the mirror wasn’t going to happen. She needed more than conviction to get through this.
    “I have got to find a better job,” she muttered as she walked to the door. In her mind, she concocted an image of a large man with terrible body odour, blunt fingers, rough stubble and bad breath. He would want to manhandle her to get his way. Why did her nightmares seem to become real? Jude shook and fisted her hands. She took a deep breath and turned the knob. Let him be…decent .
    Jude leaned against the doorframe to size up her situation. The client sat on the green leather chair. In person, he didn’t appear to be as menacing as the figment she’d built up in her mind. Actually, he was sexy and familiar…
    Her brain finally registered who he was…her mystery man!
    She knew the bleached-blond stud with the smouldering chocolate brown eyes couldn’t possibly be here to see her. He had gorgeous women like Andie and Colleen falling at his feet. Why lower himself to her level? She felt so plain, chunky and average by comparison. Maybe this was her chance. He turned her on just by sitting in the room. Could he be interested in her?
    She shut the door and backed against it to hide her quaking knees. He was gorgeous…and she wondered what his ulterior motives could be. Men like him always told her to ‘get a real job’. They explained that she was way out of their league and only gave her attention in pity.
    Still, her mouth watered. The man personified strength and sensuality, from his well-worn motorcycle boots to his shaggy bleached hair. Here was the man she’d quietly lusted after for the past couple of months, and he’d paid money to see her —no freakin’ way! All I had to do was invite him in for a lap dance? Inadvertently, she clutched her hand to her chest. Her nipples went taut and desire pooled low in her belly. She wanted to caress herself and turn him on as much as he did her. What was he thinking? Her lips parted, dying for a taste of her dream man.
    The hunk did something that totally shocked Jude—he smiled. It wasn’t mean or evil, but genuine, warm and natural. He looked happy to be here. Beguiling…like he wanted her.
    He spoke first, breaking the heavy silence. “Are you Miss Judy Blue Eyes?”
    Jude nodded. His husky baritone made her crazy and warmed her entire body. What if he shouted her name? She had to get a grip before he walked out. “I’m Judy…er…Jude.” She hated her stage name. It came from a pretty rock song, but it didn’t describe who she was. Not that her name mattered much. Once he’d found out that she was damaged goods, he’d walk away in a heartbeat. Normal girls don’t take their clothes off for money. She was far from normal.
    “I’m one of Tiny’s new hired guns, Ramon Decker. What do I get for my trouble, sweet girl?”
    His question brought her back to reality. The sound of his voice soothed away her fears, although her common sense warned her to be cautious. He didn’t push, assume, or try to grab her as she would have expected. The sexy smile continued to curl his lips. Did he see her as trouble? Jude should hate him because he was a patron of the club, but she could feel her nipples hardening from his gaze. Why initiate contact then? True, she wasn’t rail-thin, but she wouldn’t