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head, and then sat down on the leather couch. He smiled thinking of Emma. She looked so innocent and lost while she was on her knees on the floor. Like a little doe searching for… something . One thing was for sure, she wasn’t like his usual pick in women.
    Why was he thinking of the maid exactly?
    “Fuck.” Nicholas placed his palm over his face. If only he could move out of the mansion and get away from his dad. It had always been a pain in the ass to stick around the old man, but it was bearable. Lately though, every day that passed, it just became harder and harder to deal with Robert Blake. And now, with his latest stunt, trying to force Nicholas into doing something he sure as hell did not want to do, Nicholas wasn’t so sure he could keep the promise he had made to his mother on her deathbed.
    Nicholas sighed heavily and leaned his head back, staring up at the ceiling. He desperately needed a distraction from this shit.
    And then his mind drifted to the stripper, Cinderella. Since Saturday night, Nicholas was unable to get her out of his mind. Her voice, the way she moved, the way she breathed, her smell, it was all just too damn intoxicating to forget. The previous night he had spent with the twins he picked up while out with the guys, all he could think about was her. He imagined that it was her he was touching, kissing, claiming. He didn’t even know what she looked like, but he sure as hell had no problem creating his own image of her inside of his head. Maybe a blonde with light blue eyes, or a brunette with dark brown eyes. There were so many different images, but the most important image of all was that sleek and sexy leg of hers wrapped around his waist while that sharp, high heel pushed hard into his thigh.
    How in the hell was he going to get her out of his head? He didn’t think it would be possible. In fact, he knew it wouldn’t be possible. So the only solution would be for him to go back. He needed to go back. But according to Adam, Cinderella only performed on Saturday nights which meant that he would have to wait another five days before he could go to her again, and that sucked.
    Nicholas got up from the couch and placed his briefcase on his desk, pulling out the shoe he had nabbed from Cinderella after she sprinted out of the room. He fell back on his chair while holding the white shoe with diamond bow in his hand, staring at it like it was a magic lamp and she would just appear out of thin air in front of him at any second.
    He refused to think about the fact that him carrying around the damn shoe wherever he went might have been slightly creepy. The way he saw it, the shoe had sentimental value to him, a reminder of the best fucking lap dance he had ever had in his entire life. Yup, not creepy at all.
    “What in God’s name is that?”
    Nicholas jerked and shoved the shoe back into his briefcase. “Geez, Dad, don’t you fucking knock?”
    “Is that a woman’s shoe you have in your briefcase, Nicholas?” His father eyed him with a disapproving glare.
    “It’s none of your goddamn business.” Nicholas placed his now closed briefcase back on the floor next to his desk.
    Robert strolled into Nicholas’s office like he actually thought he was welcome, and took a seat on the couch. “Well whatever it is, get rid of it. Claire is on her way here.”
    “Claire? Now why would Claire be on her way here?” Already Nicholas felt the prickle of warning in the back of his skull.
    Robert shrugged. “To discuss business.”
    “What business?”
    “Oh, this and that.”
    Nicholas shot up from his chair and leaned over his desk. “Whatever the hell you think you’re doing, stop. Just…stop!”
    “She’s the perfect match for you, Nicholas. Why can’t you see that?”
    “Why can’t you see that I do not need to get set up? I control my own life, not you. Me . The sooner you get that through your thick skull, the better.”
    “Well, I would be much inclined to let you make your own