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tonight.
    “Your friends are disappearing,” Nate-dawg
murmured.
    He seemed almost pleased by this. She
glanced around the room, saw a couple of the girls wander into the
bedrooms, accompanied by party goers. Many of the guys were leaving
the suite, though a few still lingered.
    “They’re really not my friends. We work
together.” She didn’t know the other girls at all, of course.
    He leaned forward, no longer eyeing her in
distaste, but rather in smoldering interest. “So if I give you two
hundred dollars, you’ll dance for me?”
    She stared at him in disbelief. He wanted
her to dance? Surprising. “You’d like me to? You didn’t seem that
into it earlier.” She wanted to smack herself. Why give him the
option to back out? An extra two hundred would be more than
welcome.
    He gripped the arms of the chair with long
fingers, his biceps flexing and shifting with the movement beneath
the dark gray t-shirt. She couldn’t help but admire his physique.
Not too muscular, not too wimpy, the guy was, well…
    Perfect.
    Just like that, she had the overwhelming
urge to touch him. Run her fingers along his arms, across his broad
shoulders, through his thick hair. What would he do? How would he
react? Would he watch her with skeptical eyes or shudder with
pleasure?
    “You’re the student, I’m the teacher? Is
that the game you want to play? Do you like games?” His deep voice
pulled her from her thoughts, and she swore his eyes turned a shade
darker when they met hers. His firm mouth softened, revealing the
sensual curve of his lower lip and the temptation to touch him,
kiss him was near overwhelming.
    Janelle steeled her spine. Okay fine, she
could do this. She could forget what a jerk he was, if she
concentrated on his gorgeous face and those hungry eyes. Leaning
over him, she rested her hands on the armrests, her fingers awfully
close to his, her chest directly in his line of vision.
    He stared at her breasts, didn’t try to
pretend that he wasn’t. Slowly she turned her hips from side to
side, teasing him with glimpses of her black satin-covered
cleavage. “Is that what you’d like, Nate-dawg? Because it can be
arranged. I do love a good game.”
    Chuckling, he settled against the back of
the overstuffed chair, looking very much the relaxed, cocky
bastard. “I bet you do. And call me Nate.”
    “Well, Nate, I’m Ginger. And I’ve been a
naughty, naughty girl.” She moved in closer, her face
directly in his and his minty breath fanned across her lips. She’d
bet his mouth tasted just as good. “I need to be taught right from
wrong so I won’t be a bad girl anymore. Can you help me?”
    He stared at her hard, visibly swallowed.
Lowering her lids, she shifted toward him, tempted to taste him.
Just one little taste of that sensual mouth before she started to
dance for him...
    The man actually had the nerve to grin and
shake his head. “Do guys actually fall for that act you put
on?”
    With an indignant huff she stood, glaring
down at him from narrowed eyes. “Listen, jerk off, I’m playing the
part of a fantasy . You know, where you use your imagination
and pretend I’m naughty, maybe even get a little thrill out of it?
Though you don’t look like the type who gets thrills. Or has an
imagination, for that matter.”
    Jeez, the guy was a jerk. She turned,
glancing around the suite. The entire night was giving off a hinky
vibe, and she didn’t like it. In fact, she was gonna bail out of
the party right now, screw Ginger, forget the tips and the other
girls, since they clearly forgot about her.
    Not like she was going to do this for her
sister again, so there was no bridge to burn...
    “Hey, wait a minute.” Strong, warm fingers
wrapped around her wrist, keeping her from bolting and she glanced
down to find Jerk-dawg watching her, a flicker of—was that
concern?—in his dark gaze.
    Why should he care how she felt? He’d been
slinging insults at her from the moment they met.
    “What?” Janelle