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With far more gentleness than I expected, he eased her off his lap. “Get out of here, Syn. You can clearly see I’m in a meeting.”
The woman, Syn, cast her eyes to me, her expression turning sour. “A new Doll?” she asked.
Bane stared at me, a smile on his sinful mouth. “Maybe. Now get the fuck out of here.”
I watched the other woman go, then swallowed another mouthful of whisky. When I turned back, Bane was still staring at me, only all amusement was gone.
“What’s a Doll?” I asked.
“What I call my dancers.”
“Oh.” Nervous energy fluttered around inside me, pinging against my skin and making me suddenly jumpy. Is that what Bane wanted me for? To be one of his Dolls? I looked around at the other women. They were all dressed in barely-there lingerie, their faces perfectly done, their hair immaculate. If his offer was for me to become one of his dancers, I wasn’t sure I could.
“Should we get down to business then?” he asked smoothly.
Drawing in a shaky breath, I turned back to him. “Yes,” I croaked. Jesus-fucking- Christ, what was I doing? I knew I was considering making a deal with the Devil, but could I lower my standards this much? I had no issues with sexuality. I had no issues with other women who wanted to express that sexuality, but the idea of becoming a dancer was throwing up roadblocks in my head. I couldn’t do this—not even for Hawk.
I threw the last of my whisky down my throat and stood. “I’m sorry, Mr. Rivera, but I can’t do this.”
“Do what, exactly? We’re having a drink.”
I ran a hand through my hair, checking my ponytail was still in place. Of course, it was. It hadn’t moved all day. Why the fuck was I stalling on this?
“I can’t become one of yourDolls,” I blurted out. “Hard limit.”
His eyes became hooded. “I never mentioned anything about you becoming one of my Dolls.” His words were controlled like rage was suddenly seeking to claw out of him. What had I said to make him react like that? “In fact, what I want from you, you probably won’t want to give me because if you’re offended by some women dancing in lingerie, you won’t like what I was about to offer you.”
Keeping Hawk’s life firmly in my mind, I let out a breath. “What are you offering?” I asked in a whisper.
He gestured to the chair. “Sit down, and I’ll tell you.”
I stood there a moment longer, waging war with myself. I could do this. I could sit and hear the guy out. Moving back to the chair, I sat, bringing my legs up beneath me. “If you expect me to whore myself out, you’ve got another thing coming. Nothing is worth giving up my pride for that.”
I glared at him, but what I’d said had clearly amused him.
“I don’t want you to whore yourself out as one of my Dolls.”
“What do you want me for then?”
“I want you to be my personal Doll.”
A shot of lust ricocheted through my body at the same time as outrage did. Conflicted by the two strong emotions, I shut my eyes for a moment and breathed. “Your personal whore, you mean?” When I opened them again, his dark eyes were roving my body.
He shrugged unashamedly. “I don’t care what you label it… I want you for myself.”
“What if I told you I had a boyfriend? Would that offer still stand?”
His dark eyes clouded over a little as he leaned forward in his chair. “You don’t have a boyfriend, Little Bird, so don’t even fucking think about playing that card.”
Although outrage still hummed through my body, I swallowed down the insults I wanted to hurl at him, remembering my brother’s life could hinge on this. “How long?”
“Two weeks.”
“And after two weeks, I’m free to leave, never to see you again?”
“If you can walk away from me at the end of those two weeks,” he replied smugly.
I huffed a laugh and unfolded my legs, placing them onto the hardwood floor. “What would be involved with me being your Doll?”
