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center island where she’d stood. Now he was a mere foot away from her. Now he could see her eyes clearly. There was a fire in them and she put her arms to her side and clinched her fists.
    “Kasen, I’m more than angry. I’m furious. I spent eight months sliding up and down that damn pole trying to pay of his gambling debts. I have gone without seeing him for years… I even had the miscarriage by myself. No, this goes beyond angry.” Marise said with more passion than he’d ever seen from her.
    Kasen was shocked motionless. All he could do was stare at Marise. Never before had he witness her temper, or any other emotion. She was like a robot, but he’d still cared for those soft smiles and dimples. Now, seeing her alive with emotion, even anger, made him want her more.
    Yet, he knew he couldn’t touch her. He would be the rebound guy, the one she went to for a shoulder to cry on, and he could not do that to her. No matter how much he wanted to.
    “Do you love him?” Kasen regretted having to ask the question, but he couldn’t help himself.
    He’d to know. Sure, she was angry with her husband, but anger eventually goes away, love shouldn’t.
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Marise stood at stared into the depths of Kasen’s eyes. In them, she found no hidden agenda, nothing that said she repulsed him. It was concern, compassion and caring she grabbed as she looked into his swimming pools of blue. Never once did Darryl look at her like that. That is when Marise knew the answer to Kasen’s question.
    Marise had anger at her mother and father, anger at Darryl, anger at all the tips and eyes staring at her while she was up on the stage. It had been almost four months since the last time she was on the stage, and yet she felt it still haunt her. Was it once you are a stripper you are always a stripper? Could she not take enough hot baths to wipe that part of her life from her body? Of all the emotions that she felt for the people who surrounded her, love wasn’t one of them.
    “No, I don’t love him, and I don’t know if I ever did.” Marise sighed and turned to face the sink again. She’d never felt this raw on the inside. She’d never admitted it to herself, but she knew that she didn’t love Darryl; he’d been a way to escape the loneliness.
    Kasen walked up behind her and just stood there with her. He wrapped his arms around her body and pressed her back into his chest. Dipping his head so his chin rested on her head, Kasen expelled a loud sigh. A shudder of breath entered her body and she finally let go and pressed her back toward him. She welcomed his embrace and warmed to his touch. She realized that she just needed him to hold her.
    Marise knew it was not good to lean on him like this. Yet, it was an emotional need that she could not deter. She needed it, and now that she’d it, she didn’t know what to do with the rest of it. She felt the pad of his thumb resting comfortably beneath the swell of her breast. It was sending tingles of fear and desire sprawling through her veins.
    It was a bad idea for her to be in his house. It was a terrible idea for her to call him. It was a horrific idea that she’d come out of the bedroom. And now, the only ideas she could seem to muster was about letting Kasen make love to her. She could use it, and she know that she would feel release, but what happens after? What would the aftermath be?
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    Marise expelled a pent up breath and shoved off the counter. She’d to be smarter to make it through the next phase of her life. Kasen held her still, and although she didn’t want to leave the comfort of his arms, there was danger lurking there.
    Marise felt the air change. For the months that she’d worked in the club, she knew sexual tension as if it was a part of her nature. There were always girls that were wound up and often wound up together in the locker room fondling each other.
    What Marise felt between