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pleasant? The heat of their bodies chased away the air conditioners’ chill and
her ever-present sorrow. Their mingled scents were so damn intoxicating she had
to fight a wave of dizziness.
    Mitch leaned down, bringing his face closer to hers, making
her lightheadedness even worse. “A fucking good attorney.”
    God, she liked his voice. How had she lived without it for
so many years, along with every other part of him? His upper lip, cheeks and
chin were shadowed with his coming beard. His eyes were so freaking gorgeous,
Nikki’s mind turned to mush. No man had a right to have lashes that long or to
be so damn virile. The thought of him on top of her, thrusting inside her moist
and willing cunt made her breathless. “How would you know?”
    “We read the articles about you,” Connor said.
    We, not he? Connor was actually admitting that
he’d followed her career as she had his? Nikki looked over, loving how his hair
dangled above his eyes. And his beard—wow. She imagined it rasping the insides
of her thighs while he licked the length of her cleft and Mitch concentrated on
her breasts, suckling the erect tips, biting them playfully. It became an
effort to breathe and to stand. Not that Nikki dared lean into either of them
until she knew that’s what they’d accept. “You did?”
    Her obvious delight registered with Connor immediately,
driving away any tenderness or promise of renewed trust. He stepped away and
mumbled, “The good articles,” he amended.
    Okay, so how many of the bad ones had he also read?
    “Give this time,” Mitch advised. “People forget. You can go
back into law and work at another bank like you did before.”
    “I don’t want to.” She held up her hand to stop his next
comment and had to keep herself from touching his mouth. His lips looked
unbearably silky, the perfect feast for her fingertips and tongue. “It’s a time
of my life that didn’t make me happy. I have no intention of returning to it.
And I won’t take your money. Give me a job.”
    Mitch backed away. “We don’t have anything available with
your skill set.”
    “How skilled do I have to be to serve drinks, food or
perform in one of your shows?”
    He arched one brow. “In varying stages of undress.”
    “Wonderful.” Nikki offered her most confident smile. “I’m
not shy. Remember what I said about those parties in the Hamptons?”
    “It’s burned into my brain forever,” Connor muttered, then
gave her a negligent shrug. “Okay, you win.”
    No shit? He wasn’t going to argue her down or dismiss her
with a flat ‘no’? Mitch stared as if Connor had lost his mind. Nikki talked
fast. “Wonderful. What do I do?”
    Connor studied her sapphire-blue blouse, black capris and
high-heel sandals. “Take off your clothes.”
    Nikki wasn’t certain she was following. “Yeah, I know. But I
meant, when do I come in?”
    “You don’t,” Connor said, “unless we hire you.” He perused
her form, not like the boy she’d hurt, but as an artist and businessman. It
reminded Nikki of the bodice rippers she’d read in college where the virginal
heroines were stripped bare and offered for sale to the arrogant heroes.
    Not an entirely unpleasant thought when it came to him and
Mitch. Even so, she had to ask, “Unless you hire me? You just said you would.”
    “I said you win, meaning we’ll give you a chance. However,
we still need to determine if you’re right for the job. You’ll have to strip
here, right now, so we can have a look at you.”
    “No,” Mitch growled.
    Connor sighed. “All the others do the same when they
audition for the job. Nikki wants this, then we need to see her body to make
certain she’s what our patrons expect. It’s not like she’s going to pose for
one of the club’s portraits where I could Photoshop out any flaws. You do
understand, right?” he asked her.
    Not entirely. He wanted her to strip in this office? Far
more troubling, he was worried she had flaws? How bad? Big