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Haven cocked a brow. “What would it change?”

“I suppose owning a club—though, technically, I own five clubs between here and Chicago,” Andino said, “would make me your competition in a way, wouldn’t it?”

Her laughter came out almost challenging. And damn the woman because the sound alone was enough to make Andino respect her, and harden his cock at the same fucking time. Where had this woman been hiding, anyway?

Haven leaned closer, put a hand against Andino’s broad chest to pat the spot directly over his thundering heart, and then her mouth came close enough to his ear that her soft lips grazed his skin as she spoke. “Oh, I don’t think we’re competing, Andino. At least, not in this sense.”

She didn’t give him the chance to respond before she stepped away from him altogether, and headed for the club’s entrance. Andino rocked back on his heels—admiration and lust spinning through his bloodstream—and watched the way Haven’s ass swayed in those tight-as-fuck leather pants of hers as she walked away from him, not to mention the peek of creamy, tattooed skin her crop top showed off.

And would you look at that.

He found another star.

A pink one this time.

“Twenty-four,” he murmured to himself.

Snaps chuffed beside him as though he had spoken to his dog. Andino, on the other hand, was still interested in memorizing the shape of Haven’s body and how it moved. It was quite a sight—who could blame him, really?

Jesus.

This woman was something else. His dick was already trying to punch through his fucking slacks it was so goddamn hard.

It was going to be a fun night.

“Are you coming?” Haven called over her shoulder.

Those blue eyes of hers glittered.

Stormy like the sky after a good rain.

Crazy beautiful.

Andino darted forward, saying, “How could I say no?”

• • •

Music pumped.

Lights flashed.

People danced.

Drinks flowed.

Andino took it all in with the keen eye of a business man appreciating his hard work.

Haven, too, took in the filled-to-capacity club with an appreciative eye as she said, “Maybe I should up my game in this business, huh?”

Andino smirked. “What, open a few clubs?”

“The idea is appealing, but, maybe not.”

“Why is that?”

“The club scene is a risky business. There’s a lot of variables. I prefer a sure thing when it comes to making business decisions. I’ve worked incredibly hard to be where I am right now, and I don’t want to ruin it by making the wrong choice simply because something seemed like a good idea at the time.”

She was right.