Boston Avant-Garde 4: Encore by Kaitlin Maitland Read Free Book Online

staff, especially his dancers, was to remain calm at all times. Even when he wanted to strangle them.
    “You are a cheap whore.” The redhead with the gold-glitter eye shadow propped her hands on her hips. “You totally slept with that guy for a tip!”
    The blonde curled her hands into fists. “He was my customer first! You’re just mad because you wanted to steal him!”
    This was where it got tricky. According to the state of Massachusetts, it was illegal for the customers at his club to solicit sex from the dancers. However, as long as it was consensual, Dante took the girls off the clock and let them make their own choices. Asylum was all about choices. The ones you thought through and the ones you regretted the next morning. At the end of the night, he was just the middleman.
    A tired middleman.
    “Screw you, Candy! He didn’t want your fake-ass Marilyn Monroe impersonation. The guy was a sucker for redheads.”
    He recalled the blonde choosing to call herself Candy Cane in a bid to emulate the early Monroe days. Dante had been in the club business for ten years, and he’d seen more than his fair share of dancers come and go. Why they all thought they’d be more successful trying to be someone else, he’d never know.
    “Enough.” He put just enough terrifying in his tone to shut them up. “I’d rather fire both of you than deal with this shit. You both fucked the guy. I hardly think that’s the issue.”
    Their garish makeup gave their faces a deer-in-the-headlights quality. He wondered what they’d actually look like under normal circumstances. Did these girls live in these skins all the time?
    Why does it matter? It’s none of my business what they do.
    “You want to fuck, you do it on your own time.” He gave the redhead a pointed stare. “Fuck a customer on my time clock one more time, and your ass will go to jail for solicitation, understand?”
    The one who called herself Tiki bobbed her head in understanding. Her hair was sprayed so stiff it barely moved.
    Dante swapped his attention to the blonde. “And, Candy, I don’t want to hear any more whining. If your look can’t keep a customer, change it.”
    Another nod, this one accompanied by a distinct pout.
    “Now get out of here.” He gestured to his office door.
    Tiki and Candy stood up and shared a significant look. When Tiki left and Candy remained behind, Dante wanted to groan out loud.
    “Can I help you with something else?” He picked up a file from his desktop and tried to look as busy and uninterested as possible.
    She sauntered over, her hips swinging beneath her provocatively short minidress. Perching against the edge of his desk, she propped one platform heel on his chair. “You’ve been staring at me.”
    Though it was sort of true, it wasn’t for the reason she assumed. Candy bore a slight resemblance to the fiery blonde temptress named Suri, who had turned his life upside down less than twenty-four hours ago. Candy couldn’t hold a candle to Suri’s classic beauty, but Dante was so distracted even a mild reminder of the previous night made him unable to focus on anything else.
    “It’s okay to want me, Dante.” She trailed her fingers up the sleeve of his dress shirt. “I want you too. I’m so hot for you my pussy is already wet. I’ll give it to you any way you like.”
    “What I’d like is for you to walk your ass out that door before I throw it out.”
    “Excuse me?” She snapped so straight he thought he heard her spine crackle.
    “You heard me.” Dante stood, using his height to tower over her slight form. “I’m not interested, and I don’t play games, especially with my employees.”
    Her expression suggested she was about to give him a piece of her mind, but self-preservation kicked in, and she hustled out the door. It slammed shut behind her, and Dante sank back into his chair.
    If I’d stuck to my no-fucking-the-employees-rule, my life would be a hell of a lot less complicated.
    The thought of