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suppose I might want to kiss the pussy cat,” he told his dance partner.
    She giggled, the insipid sound grating on his nerves. Still, he slipped his arms around her tiny frame and lowered his mouth to hers. She tasted of rum and cigarettes. It was a strangely unpleasant combination that convinced him he did not want to add his tongue to the mix.
     
    SUSAN WAS SO angry she thought she might actually burst a blood vessel in her brain. Kirill was kissing that little tramp! Kissing her!
    “What is your problem?” Oksana demanded. Her friend leaned over the bar to order two drinks.
    “Just ginger ale for me,” Susan said quickly. “I need to stay sober before I do something stupid.”
    “Like what?” Oksana followed Susan’s gaze toward her brother. “Why do you care what Kirill does? My brother is the man whore of the Orlov organization. You know that!”
    “It’s just so rude! I mean, he’s rude, you know?”
    “Which is why you’re with Vlad and not Kirill.” Oksana tipped back her martini. “Guys like Kirill fuck anything that will stand still for long enough. You’re so much better than that. Apparently that tramp is not.”
    “Let’s dance.”
    Susan stalked out onto the floor and began twisting and twirling her body to the music. So Kirill thought he preferred a scrawny girl with no breasts, hips, or butt? Fine. Susan would remind him why he liked her curves.
    “Look at you go, girl!” Oksana crowed.
    The two friends laughed and danced together. Oksana could turn her body practically inside out as she moved to the music. Men always looked at her with her long legs and generous breasts. But tonight Susan was holding nothing back.
    Several men approached Susan and Oksana. The men would duck in close, perhaps grind against one of the women, and then back off. In turn, Susan and Oksana would spin and twirl either toward or away from their impromptu partners. It was almost an odd sort of mating dance. The ritual of dance mingled with the brush of bodies to create an environment where men and women chose to pair up or leave alone.
    Oksana seemed to have found a partner she particularly liked. They were well suited, tall, blonde, and beautiful. And when Oksana wiggled her fingers at Susan to indicate that she had every intention of heading out of the club for a bit of a romp with her new friend, Susan wasn’t surprised.
    Finding herself alone, Susan’s desire to dance fizzled out. She left the dance floor and returned to her ginger ale. Seconds later she saw Kirill leave the dance floor with his bimbo tucked under one arm. The thought of him fucking the little wench burned like acid. Still, there was really nothing that Susan could do. She didn’t want him. He wasn’t for her. So he needed to be for someone else. That’s what players were, after all.
    “I’m surprised to see you here alone.”
    The familiar male voice grated on Susan’s nerves. She should have gotten up and walked away, but she was almost a little too eager to give Kirill a piece of her mind.
     
    KIRILL COULD PRACTICALLY see the steam coming out of Susan’s ears. It amused him to think she was upset to see him with another woman since she had been seeing another man.
    “I see you’ve found your conquest for the night.” Susan gestured to Cat. “I hope you checked to see if she’s had all her shots.”
    Beside him, Kirill sensed Cat’s curiosity about this other woman.
    Cat tugged his arm. “I thought we came to get a drink. Why do we need to talk to this bitch?”
    “Classy,” Susan said with a snort. “Was that her entire vocabulary in one shot?”
    “Hey!” Cat sounded indignant. “Did she just call me stupid?”
    “Sweetie, you’re with him.” Susan pointed to Kirill. “It’s pretty certain that you’re stupid.”
    “Are you kidding?” Cat looked dumbfounded. “This is Kirill! He’s got ties to the Orlovs.”
    Susan leaned around Kirill’s back as though she were letting Cat in on a very big secret.