Private Dancer. Kimberly Dean

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      Alicia was flabbergasted. She knew a lot about performing and she knew a fake smile when she saw one. This one was not for show. This was about …

      Pleasure.

      There it was again.

      The hot, tight feeling in the pit of her belly drifted lower.

      ‘The Petting Zoo is only for dancers who want to enter it,’ Bas said into her ear, ‘but I must admit, most of our girls do. In fact, they’re the ones who came up with the idea.’

      Alicia let out a shaky breath. ‘They did?’

      That one hand at the small of her back became two as his hands fell lightly on her hips. Her lashes fluttered downwards. Her body was moving again, dancing in time with the sultry tune floating in the air.

      ‘It’s not only the gentlemen who become aroused by exotic dancing.’

      No. No, it wasn’t. She took another quick drink of her wine and discovered it nearly gone.

      ‘Some of the girls felt frustrated by the all-look-no-touch model.’

      ‘But what … what if …’

      ‘If things go too far, there’s always someone watching out for them.’

      Someone …

      Her gaze lifted and she found herself pinned by a familiar stare. Remy Hunt lounged in the corner, his arms folded over his muscled chest. A flash of heat went through her and the tightness low in her belly throbbed, pulsing in time with the music. The thought of him watching while other men touched her … The idea of him looking at her while a stranger’s fingers plucked and pinched …

      Oh, dear Lord.

      She had to go. Her hand trembled, spilling the rest of her wine on the expensive thick carpet. She had to go now.

      She turned but nearly ran smack dab into Bas’s chest. He took the wine glass from her and passed it to a waiter.

      ‘My office is this way.’ He turned her and Alicia found that Hunt had moved as well. Silently, swiftly. The operations manager pressed against a door that blended so well into the wall, she hadn’t seen it. It swung open on oiled hinges, and Bas gave her another nudge. Hunt gave her no space as she walked by him and her shoulder brushed against his chest. Heat spread down her arm, making her fingers tingle.

      She was playing with danger here.

      Her feet moved fast, and she separated herself from the two powerful men. She looked around for an escape, but instead saw a wall of television monitors. She took a step closer. One was trained on the spot across the street where her group of protesters stood every day.

      Her body flashed hot. They had seen her! They’d been watching her for days.

      She shouldn’t have come here. This had been a very bad idea. She was in over her head, and she knew it. Her hands shook as she opened her clutch and searched for her keys.

      ‘Please,’ Bas said, ‘have a seat.’

      ‘I’m fine,’ she said. ‘Really, I should be going now.’

      He continued around his desk as if he hadn’t heard her and took a seat in the leather chair. ‘I’m glad you came here today, Alicia. I’ve been trying to be patient, but I’m not quite sure what it is that the Sunlight Epiphany Church wants from us.’

      Her chin jerked upward. Once again, he’d shifted gears on her.

      Her fingers finally wrapped around her keys, and she looked at the door. Once again, Hunt stood silently watching her. He leaned against the wall, seemingly at ease, but that image of a lounging black panther returned to her mind’s eye. She could feel its intense gaze upon her as its tail swished back and forth.

      ‘Leesha?’

      The soft sound of her nickname had her looking back to the desk. There were two panthers here, she had to remember. One somewhat domesticated, the other not.

      ‘I’m sorry. You really should talk to my father about this. I could set up a time and –’

      ‘Do you want to close us down? Because there are families who depend on paychecks from the Satin Club to survive. We pay our employees very well.’

      ‘Our intent isn’t to make anyone want,’ she said immediately.

      A grunt came from the side of the room, the first sound that Hunt had made. When she threw a worried glance his way, she found his gaze raking down her body. With wanting.

      She shifted uncomfortably.

      His look finally settled on her breasts, hot and blatant. The crisscross design of her top was fashionable and not all that exposing, but it did dip lower in the neckline than she normally wore. The bodice was fitted and complimentary – if she wanted to showcase her breasts, she finally realised. She wore a bra, but she could feel her nipples stiffening and swelling.

      Unable to stand his attention, she sat in the chair facing Mr Crowe. Bas. She swept her hair over her shoulder. These two unsettled her, but she needed to get the situation back under control. She’d come here to speak to them and, although she was distracted, that finally seemed to be what the club owner wanted, too.

      ‘Would a donation to the church help?’ Bas asked.

      She shook her head. ‘Money isn’t the issue.’

      ‘Then what is?’

      His gaze was solidly on her face, but as Alicia settled her clutch in her lap, even she was aware of her body’s response to what was happening around her. Trying to be discreet, she pulled at her top.

      And nearly moaned.

      Her nipples were so sensitive.

      ‘The sexual …’ Her words were so soft they were nonexistent. ‘The sexual nature of what goes on here.’

      ‘Do you consider sex a bad thing?’

      His words were steady and clear, not embarrassed at all.

      She cleared her throat. ‘Not between a married man and woman, but –’

      ‘But you’ve had sex, haven’t you?’

      If her embarrassment had been bad before, it went white-hot now. She stared at her lap, unable to meet his green stare. She couldn’t answer that question, not from a man she didn’t even know. It was private. Confidential. And with what her father and church preached, she shouldn’t be able to answer yes.

      ‘Yet you’re not married,’ Bas continued. Her lack of virginity was a foregone conclusion to him but here it wasn’t an issue. Outside, in her world?

      She cringed.

      ‘Sex is not evil, my dear. Sex is about gratification, for both men and women and any combination thereof. God gave us the wonder of sex in order to procreate. It’s only man who made it СКАЧАТЬ