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the stairs to the security office then knocked softly on the door. “Hey, Brian.” She gave the head of security a smile as he opened it and gestured her inside. She padded across the plush burgundy carpet and took an extra chair in front of the rows of cameras. “I’m out.”
    The olive-skinned man gave her a dazzling grin as he took a seat. “You’ve broken enough hearts for one night, huh?”
    “Hardly. My job is to teach them to do that. The place was packed tonight.”
    “Two for one alcohol tends to make that happen.” He leaned forward and flipped a switch near one of the several monitors. Soon, the stage appeared in full view, zoomed in to capture each and every sensual movement of the woman who danced there. “For a newbie, Andrea has them wrapped around her finger.” He whistled low under his breath as she slung her top to the side of the stage. “Girl’s got major skill.”
    Bri glanced down into his lap, his regulation black slacks tented at the fly. “Obviously you appreciate that sort of thing.”
    “We lock the door for several reasons.” He had the decency to blush while he grinned. “I love my job.”
    “That doesn’t happen when I dance, does it?”
    With his gaze still trained on the screen, Brian had the decency not to answer and she took the opportunity to change the subject. “Have you seen Sunny today?”
    “She pulled a no-show.”
    “Really? Did you call her?”
    “Jimmy talked to her sister. Apparently, Sunny took early retirement.”
    Bri pushed a cautious wave of relief to the side. Although she wasn’t entirely encouraged by Sunny’s abrupt disappearance, she was thankful the younger woman decided to make the change.
    “I didn’t realize Sunny had a sister.”
    “Jimmy called her just a few hours ago.”
    “He didn’t talk to Sunny?”
    “Apparently not. Her sister did all the talking.”
    Still not comfortable with Brian’s explanation, she was forced to change her line of thinking when he flipped a few more switches. “Big spender.”
    “Who?”
    He tapped a monitor. “Dude’s got a fist full of hundreds and Jimmy’s wearing a shit-eating grin.”
    As soon as she moved her gaze to the screen, her body went on full alert while her heart pounded the beat of a marching bass drum and sweat dampened her palms. “What room are you watching?”
    “The Platinum.”
    In vivid color, Jimmy gave the customer a tight, very enthusiastic handshake before exiting the room. Her gaze never wavered – she couldn’t have moved if her life depended on it. She knew from experience that the customer waving hundred dollar bills knew exactly how to get what he wanted.
    “One of yours?”
    “No.” She worked very hard to remain calm as the man on the monitor unbuttoned the first three buttons of his light blue dress shirt and then went to work on the buttons of his cuffs. Soon, the sight of smooth, tanned, muscled forearms made her skin tingle. Moisture gathered between her legs.
    Seconds later, she jumped when the doorknob jiggled and Jimmy entered.
    “Hey Bri, I was looking for you.”
    “I was just about to leave.”
    “You can’t.”
    “Why?”
    Brian snickered beside her and impulse made her smack the back of his head with her open palm.
    “Damn,” he mumbled.
    Jimmy continued, obviously undeterred by Brian’s pain. “I need you for a lap dance in the Platinum room.”
    “We had a deal, that’s not my area.”
    “Just this once? He’s made an offer I don’t want to refuse.”
    She glanced back at the screen at the man now casually seated in the soft easy chair, his long legs stretched in front of him, easily content as if he had absolutely no intention of being denied.
    She fingered a false curl on her shoulder. “What about Andrea? She’s blonde.”
    “Nope. He doesn’t want blonde, he wants red.”
    “I don’t dance red anymore.”
    “C’mon, Bri, if nothing else consider it a personal favor. I have a feeling this guy could bring major