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I heaved a frustrated sigh but didn’t say anything else. Katya would do as she pleased regardless, so I would be wasting my breath. Knowing he was on thin ice, Kirill went off with her so I couldn’t chastise him about telling her my business. I looked towards the other end of the bar, where Nora had stopped to get a drink. She’d already disappeared, probably into the changing rooms.
With a sigh, I climbed the stairs towards VIP. If she was going to perform, I was going to watch. She better have listened to me and not attempt to get naked on stage.
Otherwise I just might have to teach her who’s boss.
CHAPTERSEVENTEEN
NORA
Iwas a walking zombie. I think I’d had one hour of sleep in the last twenty-four hours. I only survived at work because of coffee and red bull, and now I had to perform. The only thing that was keeping me awake, I think, was the fact that my jobs required me to be on my feet most of the time. A great side effect of lack of sleep was that I hadn’t had the wherewithal to obsess about Alexei andwhat it all meant.My brain was lackluster at best—brain cells only firing enough for me to perform tasks by rote.
I just wanted to dance, finish as fast as possible, and go home. Any sleuthing I needed to do would have to wait until I’d had a good night’s sleep.
“Well, hello there, mermaid. What’s up with you?” Marci took the seat to my right, peering at me as I applied extra-strength concealer.
I smiled miserably. “I’m just great. How are you?”
She put her hand on her palm and studied me closely. “Late night? Or should I say, long day? Did you not get any sleep?” she asked sympathetically.
I shook my head.
“Second job?”
I nodded.
She sighed. “Just your luck. We have a frat house celebrating some Ka Beta Kappa nonsense here tonight. You’re gonna need your wits about you. Those white boys don’t play about copping a feel.”
I put my concealer brush down and turned to her in alarm. “What do you mean?”
She waved her hand airily. “Oh, you know—squeezing your ass when they give you a lap dance, or your tits… The bouncers do their best, but those boys are fast.”
“Shit.”
“Yeah.”
We exchanged commiserating glances. Then my slow brain remembered that Alexei had all but forbidden me to do more than dance in my bra. I was guessing he would not be a fan of lap dances or anyone groping me. So,Iwas safe. I still felt awful for Marci and the others, though.
She patted my arm. “Don’t worry about it, love. We look after our own here. Make sure they don’t get too handsy.”
I felt a bit guilty then, because I wasn’t going to have to subject myself to that. I was tempted to tell her about it for a moment, but I wasn’t sure if I was allowed. Who knew how these arrangements worked? I leaned forward, though, to confide, “Um, about Mr. Levin and the girls… When he chooses one, do they usually stop working the floor?”
Marci’s eyes widened. “Oh, my God, it’s true. Cinnamon told me, but that girl gossips about everyone so I wasn’t sure if I should believe it.”
I cocked an eyebrow. “Believe what?”
“That you and the boss… you were in VIP yesterday and you gave him head?”
My cheeks instantly heated and Marci’s eyes widened.
“So, it’s true?” she asked again.
I couldn’t meet her eyes but nodded anyway.
She grabbed my hand. “Please, tell me he didn’t force you.”
I was moved by her concern but hastened to correct the misconception. “I mean… no. I might not have wanted to give him a blow job in public but…” My voice and my eyes lowered in shame. “I didwantto give him a blowjob.”
Marci moved closer, looking concerned. “Are you okay?” she asked, her brow furrowing with concern.
