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I angle my head to the side, treating this situation very delicately. I’m too desperate to turn this money down. But clearly, I’m not the only desperate person standing in this corridor. “Why?”

“No questions.”

A smirk plays on my lips. “Are you jealous?”

“I’m a man of honor who treats people with respect.”

“Sure,” I quip, “by bending them over in the shower. You fucked me a few hours ago, and now you’re in a strip club. How respectful is that?”

I wait for Felix to respond, but he stays silent. I narrow my eyes, wondering if the ball is in my court for a change.

But why would it be? I’m not much to look at. I don’t have diamonds for eyes or perfectly symmetrical breasts. Most of my clothes are thrifted, and even if I could afford the cute Lululemon sets, my pear-shaped figure would never be able to pull the outfits off.

I stare up at Felix, waiting for him to retract his offer, to walk away and forget about it. But he stares at me like he has all the time in the world.

And I can’t stop myself from testing the waters.

“Thirteen thousand a week, plus you’ll pay the membership fees for me and my sister at our pole studio. In exchange for the above, I will work four days a week instead of five, and stay away from the clubs.”

“Jesus fuck,” groans Felix. “Anything else?”

“Dental,” I add. “And private healthcare.”

“You’re very high maintenance.”

“And good at dancing,” I say, a smile crawling onto my face.

“Fine.” Felix runs a hand through his hair, frustrated. “You have yourself a deal.”

“Great, let's shake on it,” I say, gleaming up at him, offering him my hand.

He pins me a look, accepting my hand, his rough fingertips flexing over my palm.

I make the mistake of looking down, seeing how tiny my hand looks around his. Visions flash before me, the slippery tiles, hot water dripping from his skin; his veiny cock on display as I walk into the bathroom and forget how to breathe.

I felt so insignificant, so vulnerable when he thrust himself inside. My entire body had to adjust in order to take his cock, while he remained the same. Powerful as ever. Unbothered for the most part…

Until now.

“Are you sure you would only like to work four days?” asks Felix, raising his brow.

“It gives me more time to dance in the studio.”

“Hmm,” grunts Felix, contemplating something. “We’ll see about that, Honeysuckle, when you’re wrapping yourself around my cock, unable to leave my side.”

4

FELIX

Time to face the music and see what the boys have to say about my outburst.

I loiter outside of the dressing room as Saskia grabs her stuff. She bursts through the door wearing twice the amount of clothes as before, oversized sweats pooling to the floor, ridiculously high heels in her hand.

She can wear tiny bikinis and heels in front of me, but in front of everyone else? Fuck no.

Anger courses through my veins as she storms through the curtain, leaving without saying goodbye.

“What the hell happened over there?” asks one of the girls as she crosses our path. “You managed to make Felix fucking Pozharsky jealous. Lucky girl.”