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never going to be able to look at or be around this man again. No need, I’ll quit tomorrow, and at least bow out before he fires me.

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    Nevea Lane
    Private Dancer

    Chapter Four – Leaving the Den
    Kasen stood since Marise only came half way into the room before she halted.
    “Come here.” Kasen’s brusque tone made Marise jump. Kasen flinched; he didn’t mean to make her freak out. In fact, he’d the very opposite in mind, he wanted to be comforting, but how could comfort Marise she there, dressed in almost nothing, the reality of his fantasies had manifested and Kasen was pissed about it all. How many times had he imagined her like this, damn near naked, her coffee toned skin shining, and only mere inches away from him? But this is not where he thought it would be. It was supposed to be in his lavish condo, not this dump. It took all of his strength not to drag her out of here. He didn’t want to cause a scene, but the desire to throw her over his shoulder and run like hell was so strong, he inadvertently took a step toward her. When Marise began to back away from him, he stopped. Kasen balled his hands into a fist and jammed them into his pockets. He slumped back on the loveseat and waited. The booming music matched the thundering beat of his heart. He kept his arms at his side and watched as she sashayed her hips and walked towards him. Kasen could not tell if she was trying to be seductive or trying not to fall in those damn shoes.
    She turned around and her thighs were a mere inch away from his lap when he finally spoke again.
    “Stop.”
    Marise froze.
    “What was that hun?” Marise licked her dry lips as she looked over her bare shoulder. Kasen followed the motion with his eyes and he felt his cock stir. Dammit, he wanted to help her, not fuck her silly on the floor. Kasen swallowed hard to get past the lump in his throat.
    “Stop, and turn around.” His baritone voice gave no room for argument. She obeyed. She slowly turned and kept her eyes fixed to the floor.
    Fuck, she is somewhat of a submissive too? Damn it all.
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    Nevea Lane
    Private Dancer
    “Look at me.” Kasen commanded, his voice low but authoritative. He could tell Marise was trembling inside by watching her long fingers jerk involuntarily. He knew one wrong move and she would bolt.

    Looking her in the eyes, he could see she wasn’t really seeing him, just another paying customer.
    He kept his hands at his sides as he stared at her slowly spreading her thighs and straddling his lap. Rubbing her hands on his chest, Marise tried avoiding his gaze. What did she think would she see there? Kasen wondered. Disappointment in her choice of a second job or maybe lust?
    She looked at the ceiling, gazing at the disco ball as if she could see her future in it. Her gaze fell on his fingers that were clawing the couch. Gyrating her hips on his hips in a back and forth motion, she looked everywhere but at him.

    “Marise, quit,” he barked. The heat from her body was feeling like it was burning through his pants. Marise still refused to meet his eyes. It took every ounce of self-control that he possessed to keep his cock from rising. It was painful, but he learned self-control a long time ago.
    “I said enough!” Kasen growled, sounding like a wolf ready to kill.
    His tone made Marise gasp. His breathing was ragged and her hands ceased rubbing his chest.
    She could feel his heart pounding. Finally, her chocolate eyes flew to meet his cerulean gaze.
    The feral gleam in Kasen’s eyes was not lust, nor desire, not even a greedy smile of sickening, lecherous thoughts. It was unadulterated anger. Kasen’s eyes glowed icy blue.
    “Please,” Marise’s weak voice surprise him and Kasen felt the air rush into his lungs. “Please, don’t say anything.” Marise stopped moving, yet she leaned down low and whispered in his ear.
    “I can’t sit still; the bouncers behind the mirrors will get suspicious. Please don’t say