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“Cash?”
Shawna’s voice pulled him from his thoughts. She was looking at him expectantly. “Sorry, what did you say?”
She pointed at the dance floor. “Time for more work.”
Chloe was already in the middle of the floor, waving him over impatiently. Two women stood with her. He recognized them as StyleU ’s models by their height, proportions and quilt-work body parts.
Cash pulled Shawna along with him. “How much longer?”
She shrugged. Cold. “As long as it takes to satisfy Chloe.”
“Fuck Chloe,” he snapped. He stopped halfway to where Chloe stood and jerked Shawna close. “I’m getting tired of the seesaw shifts of your attitude. I thought you were in my corner. I thought you understood that this is all out of my corral.”
“And I thought you wanted to help your gram.” She purred, rubbing against him. “What’s a little flirting and bump and grind for one night?”
Fuck. It sounded ridiculous in his head, but he felt like he’d been fed to the wolves. Like he was a piece of meat, and she was a part of it. “You knew that woman was watching us? You know Chloe’s gonna have those women all over me for the crowd to see?”
“Yes and yes.”
Her breathing was staggered, her body arched in to him. Everything from her body language, even the soft, half-mast of her eyelids said she was aroused. “So this, your reactions to me, are all for show?”
“Hardly,” she scoffed. To her credit, she met his gaze head-on. “I want you so badly if there was a dark corner we could disappear into for a quickie, I’d do it. But I already told you. Work first, play later.” She stood on tiptoes, her lips close to his ear. “You’re not in my future. When your session is done here, you walk away with a whopping check and your life goes back to normal. For me, the next few weeks will determine where I go from here.”
Understanding hit like cold water. What did she take from this? Everything or nothing, in her mind. She had to play the game the same as he did for the end goal. He held up his hands in surrender. “You win. I’ll play by your rules. But…”
“But what?”
“If I do what you ask—” he paused, waiting to make sure she was paying close attention, “—then you have to do what I want later.”
She tipped her head, biting at her lip as she considered his demand. Then she smiled a slow, ridiculously sexy smile that made his cock swell. He liked that look on her.
After a long moment, she nodded.
Whether she was doing it for the job or because she wanted him, he was going to make the most of his time in New York. And he planned to make Shawna a good portion of the time spent. He’d just have to skirt the traffic, chaos and she-wolves dirtier than the rattlers at home.
Shooting a glance at the woman at the bar, he nodded to let her know he’d understood her note. Shawna was into him for what he could do for her career, and an orgasm or two. If Gram’s future could be chalked up to that kind of criteria, then he could keep his options open.
If Shawna fit into them, great.
Chapter Six
Shawna didn’t know what to think of Cash’s renewed participation. The girls were as into it as he was, and every eye in the club watched. The buzz was all it was supposed to be. Chloe was ridiculously happy. Everyone was happy.
Shawna groaned. Maybe not everyone. She wanted to claw out the eyes of every woman watching him.
The pictures from the photo shoot were one thing, but this was different. Seeing him in real time, eyes riveted to the models’ bodies, a slow, sexy smile curving his mouth… The way his muscles flexed and the fine sheen of sweat glistening off his tanned skin would make a nun hungry. He looked aroused, like he was ready to take on both models right then and there. His hands were everywhere, just like theirs were. It was hot and intoxicating, and highly arousing.
“What did you say to him?” Chloe nudged her shoulder and passed her a glass of