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Unfortunately, it also doesn’t take long to arrive at the Harmony Club.
I’m turning around the corner now.I text.
Don’t text and drive. My suits and sage are in the car with you.Carter texts.
I roll my eyes.
I’m not.I text back.
As the driver inches closer to the entrance, I spot Carter waiting outside, typing on his phone. He’s been location scouting all morning, so this is my first time seeing him today. He’s wearing a light gray designer suit, and I hate how good he looks in it. His long legs are fitted enough in the suit that I can make out his strong quads, which means I’ll be able to get a miraculous view of his ass, too. I wouldn’t call itbig, but it’s definitely muscular. It’s so sexy.
The driver pulls up, but Carter doesn’t take his eyes off his phone.
I thought you said you were almost here.Carter texts.
I am.I respond.
I collect the garment bag and the small paper bag with Carter’s precious sage and exit the backseat.
Carter’s brows furrow as he watches me step out of the car. “Why are you taking an Uber? Did you get drunk at the candle store?”
I swing the heavy garment bag around my shoulder as I cross over to him. “I don’t have a car.”
“Why not?”
When I don’t say anything, he slides his phone into one of the inside pockets of his suit and gestures for me to follow him around the corner. “Let’s put these things in my car before we head inside.”
“What is this place?” I ask, gazing up at the sign, which has been turned off to indicate the establishment is currently closed.
“It’s a private club,” Carter says, leading the way toward his car.
I glance down at his backside. Just as I suspected, his ass looks spectacular in his suit. Why didn’t I grab a handful of it when I had the chance? As if he can read my mind, Carter whips his head around. My eyes sweep back up to meet his.
“And you accusemeof drinking on the job,” I say and catch him chuckling at that.
He opens his backseat and takes the garment bag off my hands. If only he had done it sooner. I know he made me carry that heavy thing to torture me. He’s been doing things like that a lot lately.
“You’re wearing your black heels,” he points out as he takes the bag of sage from me. “You wore them during your final interview.”
I peer up at him. “You remember that?”
He nods as he shuts the car door. “I remember the things I like on you, Mia,” he says, sliding his hands into his pockets. It only tightens the part of his suit that covers his cock. Now, I can make out the outline of his bulge.
My heart races. When did having a decent memory become so hot to me?
“They were a gift from my ex,” I tell him, hoping he now finds them just as repulsive as I do. “I don’t really like to wear them, but I couldn’t find another pair that matched the rest of my outfit.”
“That’s fair,” he says. “I bet if I bought heels like that for you, you’d never want to take them off.” A slight smirk crosses his face as he passes by me.
I gulp. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me. I don’t understand this man at all. One minute, he’s ordering me around and speaking to me like I’m his least favorite employee, and then he goes and says things like this. He’s so deranged. But it’s working. My panties are so wet at the thought of his naked body on mine while I wear nothing but a black pair of heels.
“Follow me,” he calls out when he’s about halfway toward the back entrance of the club.
The place is empty when we arrive, except for a few employees who are cleaning and prepping the bar for when they open later. As I scan the open floor plan, I don’t get any weird vibes from it.
Carter guides me toward the bar, where three guys who look about his age are hanging out. Two of them are seated on the bar stools with a drink in their hands, while the other has his back leaning against the counter as he overlooks the employees.
“Mia, this is Peyton, Gary, and Connor,” he says, gesturing toward them. “They’re friends of mine, all producers, and Peyton invests in this club. Guys, this is Mia.”
