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“She seems nice enough. Has a history of dancing.”
“Yeah? What kind?”
“Ballet,” he says, catching me off guard.
“Uh, she realizes that this isn’t that kind of place, right?” I ask, making him smirk.
“I asked her the same thing. Apparently she wants to break out of her good girl mold.”
I frown. “So she’s going to dance here to piss off her parents?”
“No clue. Her reasons are hers alone and none of our business, but from what I saw, she’s going to be a hit.”
“Should I be jealous?” I tease, with a thread of insecurity weaving its way in.
Fang squeezes me tight. “No, never. You know you’re the only one for me.”
I lean down and kiss him. When I pull away, I smile against his lips.
“I know, and if you fucked up, I’m sure I could convince Happy to help me dispose of you.”
Fang tosses his head back and laughs. “You aren’t wrong.”
When he stops laughing, he brushes a piece of hair away from my face. “Will you do me a favor, though?”
“Of course,” I tell him without any hesitation.
“Will you take her under your wing, please? Show her the ropes. I don’t want her getting caught up in the catty bullshit.”
“I can do that. As long as she’s nice.”
He smirks at me. “Trust me, little dancer, I think you and Sabrina will get along just fine.”
A knock at the door breaks our moment.
“That should be her. Come in!”
When I try to get off his lap, he holds me in place.
“Let her know who belongs to you,” he says quietly as the door opens.
A tiny woman with sharp cheekbones steps inside.
“Hello, I’m sorry to interrupt. I can come back,” she says.
Her dark hair is pulled back into a slick bun. While she’s beautiful, I can’t help but wonder why Fang hired her. She’s wearing a one-piece workout set that shows off that she has no boobs or curves to speak of. I feel horrible judging her on her body type, but she doesn’t have what most would expect from a stripper.
“No, come in. This is Cami, she will be the one showing you around,” Fang tells her.
I stand and lean forward on the desk, holding out my hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Sabrina.”
She shakes my hand. “Nice to meet you too. Fang.” She cringes over his name but quickly recovers. “Had nothing but nice things to say about you.”
“Well, I would hope so,” I quip.
“Cami here is my old lady,” Fang tells her.
Her shoulders relax. “Oh, thank God.”
