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Fuck! I couldn’t string any words together. All I could do was stare in shock.
When I’d tiptoed out of my room, all set to go for a run in the Park, I had done my best to not make any noise and disturb Celine so early. And the last thing I expected was to see her dancing in the sitting room. As I watched, she stuck a long and lean leg in the air and swung it over the chair in front of her. Then, she turned and dropped into a low, sexy squat, sticking her ass up in the air as she came up slowly, tossing her thick, auburn hair over one shoulder as she did so.
I cleared my throat and coughed to let her know I was in the room, but she clearly didn’t hear me over the music blasting in her ears. She danced away in those high, high heels that made her legs look even longer and sexier. When she squatted on the floor again and parted her knees, leaning back on one arm while the other was extended behind her, my dick went rock hard at the inviting picture. Then, she kicked one leg in the air and I almost came right there at the powerful image it conjured. I could easily see her kicking her legs up high in the air before crossing her ankles around my waist as I fucked her until neither of us could walk straight.
And then, she dropped to the carpet and began to crawl towards me. I knew the exact moment she saw me. Because she froze, looking like a startled cat.
Celine pulled off her headphones and got to her feet in a graceful movement.
I cleared my throat again.
“What are you doing?” I asked hoarsely.
Damn it! Why did I sound like a teenager who had seen his first pair of breasts?
“Dancing,” she replied shortly, her tongue peeking out to wet her lips. “I have to practice my new routine if that’s okay with you.”
“Of course! I was going out for a run anyway. Are you a professional dancer?” I asked.
I should have known. She moved with the loose-limbed confidence of a dancer. Of someone very comfortable in her own skin.
“Kind of,” she replied, with that crooked smile.
“What do you mean?”
My brain still felt fogged up from her performance.
“I’m a stripper, Marcus,” she explained.
For the second time that morning, I was speechless.
It was the last thing I’d expected.
“Um… okay… wow! You’re really good,” I stammered.
“You haven’t seen me strip,” she pointed out, and I flushed because I didn’t think my heart would stand a demonstration right now. It would explode.
“I meant you’re a wonderful dancer. Very…”
I searched for the right word. One that wouldn’t give offense. The last thing I wanted was to come across as a creep.
“It’s okay, honey. You can say sexy,” she said, with a small smile.
“Yes. That,” I replied, trying not to stare at her legs. And failing.
“Speaking of my work, I need to go back home tonight because I’m working on Monday.”
“Call in sick.”
“I can’t, Marcus. I’ve used up all my sick days for this month because Rose had an ear infection last week. I have to work because I have a ton of debt to pay off.”
“Look, if it’s that important to you, I’ll find you a job at the Donovan Group,” I offered. “We offer excellent benefits.”
Even if it was a temp job, it would keep her employed until this matter was resolved. I didn’t like the idea of her going back to the strip club. It was far too public. What was to stop Monani from attacking her again at her place of work?
The more I thought about it, the more I was convinced that the best way to keep Celine safe was to give her a desk job on the top floor of Donovan Towers, our company headquarters. It had restricted access and an army of security guards.
“A job at your company? Doing what?” she sputtered.
