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“Targeting girls for trafficking.”
“Fucking pigs,” Kia spat.
“I need all the clubs reviewed.”
“You want me off this location?”
“Not yet. Can you handle both if you extend your time here? I’ll make it worth your while.”
“You always do. That’s why I work for you.” She flipped her laptop open. “Does Larry need a P45?”
“The jury’s out.”
His widow would be getting his death-in-service benefit if I had anything to do with it.
“Amy?”
“She’s in the VIP room with me until further notice. Not out on the floor.”
Kia smirked and nodded. “I’ll check in on the older clubs and let you know. You’ve been to the new ones, right?”
Not much passed her notice regarding the clubs, so it wasn’t surprising that she’d heard about the other visits. I nodded, then headed back out to the VIP room, the need for violence still at the forefront of my mind.
The VIP room was empty, and irritation slammed back into me. Did she think defying me was a fun game?
I headed back towards the changing rooms, bursting through the door. Screams rang out as dancers covered themselves, and my vision zeroed in on my hummingbird, dressed for the street, standing by her locker.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” I barked, stalking over to her.
Fear flared in her eyes as she clutched her bag to her chest. I bent over and tossed her over my shoulder, bag and all.
“Put me down!” she shrieked, her tiny fists hitting my back ineffectually.
I strode down the private corridor to the VIP section and hauled her inside the private room we’d been in last night. Jesus wept. Had it been less than twenty-four hours? This woman had me in bits.
None too gently, I tossed her down on the couch, and she bounced, glaring at me. Instant arousal shot through me at the sight of that fire. I imagined turning her arse red and then feeding her my cock.
“What part of ‘wait for me in the VIP room’ was unclear?” I said, bringing my weight down on top of her.
“I’m not your plaything. You are a psychopath! You nearly killed Larry because you’re crazy.”
“For his sake, I suggest you don’t mention him again,” I ground out as she wiggled beneath me.
I hardened against her soft curves.
“You can’t threaten everyone I speak to.”
I most definitely could.
She shoved at my shoulder, and I caught both her hands, pinning them with one of mine.
“You had your tits in his face!”
“Checking his tooth!” she screamed back. “I’m a dental student and a stripper. In both roles, I lean over people, including men.”
I paused, contemplating that problem. I had a perfect solution, but judging by her spitting cat routine, it might not be the best time to discuss it.
“Why were you leaving?” I leaned on my other hand, lifting a fraction of my weight off her.
