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business.”
    “He’s a cop.”
    Jimmy’s face tightened. “I know that, but how do you?”
    “He’s a repeat customer.”
    Jimmy simply shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. It’s his ass if he’s on duty.”
    She released a heavy sigh and held out her hand, palm up. “Payment in advance.”
    “That’s my girl.” Jimmy gave her a wide smile and graced her palm with several hundred dollar bills.
    “Yeah, yeah,” she mumbled as she rose and headed out the door.
    Just a few steps down the hallway, she paused outside another door and drew in several deep breaths. She ran her hands down the artificial curls on her head then smoothed her short skirt, fighting herself the whole time.
    You’ve wanted another chance.
    Yes, but the circumstances have changed.
    It’s just a dance.
    No, it’s not, you know it’s not – it’s so much more .
    She shook her head to clear the useless argument, took another long deep breath and opened the door.
    The man met her gaze as soon as she entered the room. Her thighs quivered. Her knees threatened to buckle.
    Slowly, she closed the door and braced one hip against it in an effort to remain upright. Damn his smoky, bedroom eyes.
    “I still think you’re following me, Detective Rawlings.”
    “Nope. I paid for this room.”
    “I just finished my shift.”
    “Well now, that’s too bad. I specifically paid for this room with the promise of a gorgeous red-headed vixen with killer blue eyes who has a thing for big, bad cops with shiny handcuffs.”
    “Hmmmm.” She tapped her lips with one finger. “If I see her, I’ll let her know.”
    “Take off the wig, Bri.”
    She raised an eyebrow and attempted to appear amused by his demand. “Say please.”
    “Do it.”
    She flipped her head forward, freed her natural red tresses from beneath the hairpiece, and then tossed the mane backward until curls spiraled down her back. “Better?”
    He nodded. “Ditch the green lenses.”
    “Bossy costs extra.” She tossed the wig onto a nearby table.
    “I paid double.”
    His arrogance would’ve soaked her panties, if she wore any. Instead, the insides of her thighs dampened beneath her skirt while she almost poked out an eye removing her contacts.
    Once the lenses floated in a cup of water next to the hairpiece, she crossed her arms over her chest and swallowed a groan when she grazed her sensitive nipples.
    “This is going to be an interesting lap dance,” he mumbled.
    “Why?”
    “Don’t kid yourself, sweetheart, we’re both locked and loaded here.”
    She ignored his entirely true observation, not convinced he was ready to proceed. “You were on duty three hours ago.”
    “My shift ended at seven o’clock.”
    She paused for a split second, using every psychological trick she could muster to attempt to call his bluff. Yet, the sparkle in the depths of his eyes told her he wasn’t bluffing. Time for Plan B – giving the man exactly what he wanted. “You realize the action in this room is monitored, don’t you?
    “Don’t really care.”
    “I do.” She gestured with her head to a red button on the wall. “My feet don’t move until you promise to behave – security does not need to see anything other than a lap dance.”
    With a grin, he stretched out his legs in front of him and popped the top button of his jeans. “What’s underneath the skirt?”
    “Promise, Detective.”
    “Relax, Bri, I know the rules. You slide that sexy little body all over me while I sweat bullets — hardly seems fair.”
    She stepped next to the wall, her finger hovering over the button. “Your decision.”
    “Do it,” he hissed.
    Without hesitation, she pressed the button. The buzzer sounded. The door clicked closed, signaling the security guard to take his post just outside.
    She moved back in front of him just as the hard, heavy metal music began to play and gave him a smirk. “No refunds.”
    “Not a chance.” She swore she heard the devil cackle in the depth of her mind as he spoke.