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And that’s when the club comes back into focus: the music, the smells, the people. We’re not alone.
“I, um . . . I need to get back to work.”
Work. This is where sheworks.
That mental slap is exactly what I needed to bring me back to reality. I got caught up in the moment and was thoroughly seduced, because that’s what she’s supposed to do. She didn’twantit.
Would that have mattered?
“Right.” I shift back, adjusting myself in the process. “Yeah.”
Jayne laughs awkwardly, then abruptly turns, disappearing out of view.
Shit.
I release a long breath, then reach for my drink and swallow half of it before setting the glass back onto the table. But it does little to douse the fire burning inside me.
Leaning forward, I rest my elbows on my knees, rubbing both hands over my face and through my hair. My thoughts are all sorts of jumbled.
Why did I tell her to dance for me?
I need to get back my control. Too many parts of me are trying to surface, and I can’t keep them all contained.
After a few long seconds, I sit back, looking around the club to see if I can find her again.
But that was a mistake.
Because I watch as Jayne crouches over the lap of an older man, facing away from him. Facingme.
My cock deflates in an instant.
Even with her expression looking apologetic, her movements looking more robotic, and the fact she’s not touching him like she did me, my nostrils flare and hands clench into fists.
Now, my blood boils for a whole different reason.
She’s dancing for someone else who isn’t me.
This is her job.
That may be so, but I can’t just sit here and watch it. Pushing to my feet, I stalk to the exit without looking back.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Jennifer
One minute he was there, and the next he was gone.
Part of me thought maybe he’d stay until I was done, and I’d occasionally go check on him. But then I saw his chair was empty, and he was almost out the door before I could even register that he wasleaving.
I knew there was a chance I messed things up by abandoning him so suddenly, then continued with work like I did.
I didn’twantto dance for anybody else, but I had to finish the rest of my night.
At least, that was the excuse I told myself as I fled, but really, I had panicked.
We’ve been getting closer over the past few weeks—eating breakfast together, working out, playing with Lulu—despite my attempts at keeping a distance. But I didn’t think he shared the same attraction I’ve been feeling for him.
Especially not after I heard his mom mention Heidi.
