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young girl
standing before him, he was in church looking at a nun. And lord
knew he hadn’t set foot in a church for well over a decade. Maybe
two.
    On second thought, no nun ever had such
gorgeous blue eyes and a mouth he could imagine wrapped around his
dick.
    “ I said we’re closed,” he said, glaring at
her. It was pissing him off the way his dick was perking up just
because some meek, blond girl, barely out of pigtails, was walking
across the floor toward him.
    “ Are you the owner?” she asked him, as if
she hadn’t heard him tell her to leave twice already.
    He glared at her, trying to scare her away,
but when she kept staring at him with her huge, blue eyes, and held
her ground, he nodded.
    “ What’s it to you?”
    She held up the want ads. “I’m here to apply
for the piano job.”
    He snorted. “You?” He threw his head back and
laughed in her face to drive the point home. “Honey, this ain’t no
church, and you certainly ain’t no piano man.”
    Her face set in a mulish expression. She
turned away from him, but instead of walking back out the door, she
walked towards the small stage and sat down at the piano.
    “ I’m auditioning,” she said, and he knew
she was trying to be brave, but even in the dim light of the bar he
could see her hands shaking.
    He looked down at his jeans and cursed the
huge bulge in the front of his pants before taking several menacing
steps towards her. But before he could forcibly grab her by her
skinny little shoulders and throw her out onto the sidewalk, she
opened the Blue Book of Jazz and Pop standards and began to
play.
    He stopped in his tracks. She played thirty
seconds of one song and then flipped the page and played thirty
seconds of the next. Zane sank down into the nearest chair.
    The little choir girl was incredible. The
piano player of his dreams. Shit! He couldn’t have her in the bar.
Every man in the place was going to start having dreams about
laying her sweet little body over the front of his thighs, pulling
up her pleated skirt and...
    “ Stop!” Zane said loudly, almost more to
himself than to her, but this time she obeyed him.
    “ I want the job, sir,” she said in a calm
but firm voice.
    “ No. The bar is called Piano Man, not
Piano Woman.”
    “ That’s sexual discrimination,” she
pointed out.
    He rolled his eyes. “You’re not good
enough.”
    Her eyes shot fire at him. “Yes I am!”
    Suddenly Zane had a thought. “How badly do
you want this job?”
    She lowered her long eyelashes and then
looked back up at him. “I want it.”
    Slowly, Zane got up from the chair and
sauntered over to her. Sitting down next to her on the piano bench,
he said, “I’m willing to make you a deal.” He saw her swallow and
then she licked her lips.
    “ I’m listening,” she said as she removed
her slender fingers from the keyboard and clasped them primly in
her lap.
    He bent his head over hers until their lips
were touching and then he slipped his tongue into her mouth, dying
to taste her.
    “ This is what I want. Are you willing to
give it to me?”
    Her eyes grew even wider, but she nodded.
    “ Whenever I want?”
    She nodded again.
    “ However I want?”
    This time she smiled at him and reached out
her hand to shake on the agreement. “I’m Jolene,” she said in a
voice as sweet as honey. “What’s your name?”
     
    * * *
     
    That first night, Jolene played the piano
like she had never played it before. She knew she was still on
shaky ground. Besides, she was so excited and nervous about the
terms of her contract with Zane, she needed to blow off her energy
at the keyboard or she’d go crazy.
    All night she had watched him out of the
corner of her eye. In her fantasies, she had never created any man
as incredible as this one. Six feet tall, and all muscle beneath
his worn jeans and tight black t-shirt, his teeth gleamed white
against the dark tan of his skin. Stubble covered his jaw line and
his shoulder-length dark brown hair and