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Authors: Diana Seere
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at the memory of how she’d almost met one very big need of Gavin Stanton’s.
“You all right? Overwhelmed?” Carl asked as he finished explaining the nicknames for some of their liquor. There was no top shelf here, like in other bars.
It was all top shelf.
Lilah’s mind was spinning. Her pay alone was more than most of her computer science major friends in college. They’d expected to start at near-six-figure salaries. Lilah was making piles of money to just take a drink order and deliver it?
What was the catch?
“I don’t understand this place,” Lilah confessed. “It just seems too easy.”
Carl’s eyes clouded a bit with an emotion Lilah didn’t understand. “Let’s put it this way, Lilah. This is an easy job. But it’s the hardest easy job you’ll ever have. Staying quiet is your job. Remember that, and you’ll be fine.”
She just nodded.
Ding! An elevator arrived filled with people talking, business terms flying fast and furious among the small group.
Carl’s eyebrows waggled. “Let’s get this party started. You ready for showtime?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, and one more thing.” Carl’s face went from playful to dead serious. “Don’t ever sleep with any club members.”
“What?” Lilah’s face flushed at his words. Was it that obvious what had happened with Gavin in the elevator?
“You heard me.” He leaned in and looked around. Lilah had the creeping suspicion he was looking for Eva. “Grounds for termination. Immediate dismissal.”
“Oh. Right.”
“And even worse...” He frowned and looked down at her feet. “They make you leave the shoes.”
* * *
G avin took a seat in one of the sub lounges at the far back of the club. Special half-wall pods, shaped like a large, padded egg, filled the room. This was part of the club’s allure. In the middle of a party, you could come into a pod, plug in a headset, and conduct business.
He shoved earbuds into his rushing ears and turned on a stupid sports talk radio channel. But endless hand-wringing about football was the last thing he needed right now. He grunted derisively and changed stations. Soccer, that sounded much better.
With shaking hands and a mouth that tasted like Lilah, Gavin needed to tune out the world. In the elevator, he’d begun to shift. To a human, the change was so subtle. To him, it was enormous. His joints had loosened, the familiar gooseflesh on his back a sign of the fur beginning to come in. Chest hair thickened. His voice dissembled. His sense of smell became acute. Ten more seconds and he would have gone past the point of no return.
She stripped him of every shred of self-control.
He inhaled deeply and nearly choked on his own desire. Looking around wildly, he found the source of the scent.
His fingers.
Raking his hands through his hair, he sat forward, elbows on knees. Jesus. What had he been thinking, lunging at her like that in the elevator? The sheer need to touch her was too strong. The magnetic pull was too intense.
She was too damn beautiful.
“Gooooooooaaaaaaal!” the announcer screamed in his ear. He ripped the earbuds out and flung the phone on the floor.
Those brown doe eyes, shocked and then greedy for his touch. The full swell of her hips and ass made his hands itch to claim her. The line of her jaw as it moved while they kissed.
And that moan as he brought her ecstasy.
Three more seconds and his belt would have been undone, pants open, and he’d pump into her against that elevator wall, her hands above her head, her mouth smothered by his lust as he drove her to climax, calling his name.
He could see it.
The scene that did not happen was burned into his brain.
“Gavin,” said a low, sophisticated voice. He looked up, feeling raw and exposed. It was Eva.
“Eva,” he said, clearing his throat, his body betraying him more and more.
“You and Ms. Murphy seemed to be making your acquaintance in the elevator,” she said evenly, but the hair on his arms and neck began a
“You all right? Overwhelmed?” Carl asked as he finished explaining the nicknames for some of their liquor. There was no top shelf here, like in other bars.
It was all top shelf.
Lilah’s mind was spinning. Her pay alone was more than most of her computer science major friends in college. They’d expected to start at near-six-figure salaries. Lilah was making piles of money to just take a drink order and deliver it?
What was the catch?
“I don’t understand this place,” Lilah confessed. “It just seems too easy.”
Carl’s eyes clouded a bit with an emotion Lilah didn’t understand. “Let’s put it this way, Lilah. This is an easy job. But it’s the hardest easy job you’ll ever have. Staying quiet is your job. Remember that, and you’ll be fine.”
She just nodded.
Ding! An elevator arrived filled with people talking, business terms flying fast and furious among the small group.
Carl’s eyebrows waggled. “Let’s get this party started. You ready for showtime?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, and one more thing.” Carl’s face went from playful to dead serious. “Don’t ever sleep with any club members.”
“What?” Lilah’s face flushed at his words. Was it that obvious what had happened with Gavin in the elevator?
“You heard me.” He leaned in and looked around. Lilah had the creeping suspicion he was looking for Eva. “Grounds for termination. Immediate dismissal.”
“Oh. Right.”
“And even worse...” He frowned and looked down at her feet. “They make you leave the shoes.”
* * *
G avin took a seat in one of the sub lounges at the far back of the club. Special half-wall pods, shaped like a large, padded egg, filled the room. This was part of the club’s allure. In the middle of a party, you could come into a pod, plug in a headset, and conduct business.
He shoved earbuds into his rushing ears and turned on a stupid sports talk radio channel. But endless hand-wringing about football was the last thing he needed right now. He grunted derisively and changed stations. Soccer, that sounded much better.
With shaking hands and a mouth that tasted like Lilah, Gavin needed to tune out the world. In the elevator, he’d begun to shift. To a human, the change was so subtle. To him, it was enormous. His joints had loosened, the familiar gooseflesh on his back a sign of the fur beginning to come in. Chest hair thickened. His voice dissembled. His sense of smell became acute. Ten more seconds and he would have gone past the point of no return.
She stripped him of every shred of self-control.
He inhaled deeply and nearly choked on his own desire. Looking around wildly, he found the source of the scent.
His fingers.
Raking his hands through his hair, he sat forward, elbows on knees. Jesus. What had he been thinking, lunging at her like that in the elevator? The sheer need to touch her was too strong. The magnetic pull was too intense.
She was too damn beautiful.
“Gooooooooaaaaaaal!” the announcer screamed in his ear. He ripped the earbuds out and flung the phone on the floor.
Those brown doe eyes, shocked and then greedy for his touch. The full swell of her hips and ass made his hands itch to claim her. The line of her jaw as it moved while they kissed.
And that moan as he brought her ecstasy.
Three more seconds and his belt would have been undone, pants open, and he’d pump into her against that elevator wall, her hands above her head, her mouth smothered by his lust as he drove her to climax, calling his name.
He could see it.
The scene that did not happen was burned into his brain.
“Gavin,” said a low, sophisticated voice. He looked up, feeling raw and exposed. It was Eva.
“Eva,” he said, clearing his throat, his body betraying him more and more.
“You and Ms. Murphy seemed to be making your acquaintance in the elevator,” she said evenly, but the hair on his arms and neck began a
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