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hair was a
mess of golden curls and his dark blue eyes were sparkling like he was up to no
good. He was wearing a silk dress shirt and black dress pants.
    “Well
if it isn’t my pimp daddy,” I said smiling and trying to make light of the
situation. Edward took my coat. I could hear Edward stifle a laugh and Quinn
smiled.
    “Miss
Blake you always have something to say do you not?” Quinn asked amused.
    I
sighed as I strutted toward him. I had to put on a show and impress him. I was
beginning to think this job could do me some good. “It keeps things
entertaining Quinn,” I said and grinned.
    He
looked me over as I walked toward him. Starting at my face and resting on my
breasts before going lower. “I like the boots,” he said and smiled.
    “Yes
they are my hooker boots, I thought they would be fitting,” I said and amused.
    He
laughed. “Please sit down,” he said indicating the seat next to him.
    I
sat down and crossed my knees allowing the dress to ride up on one thigh and
expose my thigh high and garter.
    He
tisked. “Miss Blake, you are cruel,” he said amused and took a sip of his
drink.
    “You
are rude for not offering me a drink; perhaps now we are even,” I said
playfully.
    He
waved to Edward without speaking and Edward disappeared then his eyes were back
on me. “Charlotte informs me you are a dancer,” he said and smiled
mischievously.
    “Mmm,
I am but I will not dance for clients,” I said firmly.
    “What
about for me Miss Blake?” He looked at me with dark eyes. I could see the lust
behind them and it made me shift nervously.
    “Why
Quinn if I danced for you, you would keep me all for yourself and not let me do
my job,” I said smiling.
    His
expression darkened but he smiled. “Miss Blake I highly doubt you have the
skill to keep a man like me interested for long,” he said smoothly. It was an
insult for sure, but I didn’t falter. I wasn’t going to let him win.
    “That
sounds like what a scared man would say,” I said playfully.
    His
eyebrows shot up, and he was going to reply but closed his mouth when Edward
came in and brought me a glass of wine and Quinn a fresh drink.
    Once
Edward left again Quinn’s eyes were on me. “Perhaps you don’t dance because you
can’t, it is one thing to say something another to do,” he countered.
    I
raised my eyebrows. He was a pain in the ass and he was pushing my buttons and
I didn’t liked it. I got up and moved an arm chair by itself and stood next to
it. “If you dare Quinn,” I said indicating the chair.
    He
watched me, then looked at his drink and downed it. He stood up and walked over
to the chair and sat down. “Do your worst Miss Blake,” he said amused.
    The
music was loud enough for me to dance to. I stood in front of him and let my
hair down. “Quinn the rules are the same as if you were in a professional club.
No touching only looking. Be a good boy,” I said playfully.
    I
loved dancing and even though I was nervous as hell I was hiding it well.
    “Of
course, please begin. I am normally very naughty, but you don’t have to worry it
is not as if there is anything worth touching,” he said amused. His insult just
drove me to dance even more. I wanted to prove to him I was sexy.
    I
slowly began to dance for him and he smiled. I moved my hips and went lower to
the floor then back up slowly. I slowly pulled the zipper of the dress down the
front and his eyes widened. “Why Quinn are you surprised you get to see my
panties?” I cooed sweetly.
    He
grinned and his blue eyes danced with amusement. “I do believe you have a
Southern accent Miss Blake, you have no idea how sexy that is.” I could tell he
was trying to hide the excitement in his voice.
    I
slid the dress to the ground and slowly straddled him facing him leaving my
feet on the floor. I put my arms around his neck. I was annoyed when he didn’t
have an erection. I never had to do much to get a man going.
    He
smiled as if reading my mind. “Miss Blake it takes