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“You said your name's Ash?” he asked, tilting his head. His dark hair swept across the top of his brows, covering his right eye. “Is that your real name?”

“First off, it's none of your business and you were just leaving anyway.” Crossing one leg over the other, I squared my shoulders and tipped my chin higher. “The door's right there, don't let it hit you in the ass on the way out.”

Chuckling, the man smiled, brushing the hair away from his face. “You're different tonight, you seem angry and pissed off. . .” Pausing, he let his eyes ride up and down my body. “What happened to making my desires come true?”

Scoffing, I rolled my eyes. “You can shove your desires up your ass.”

“What did I do to make you so angry? I paid you well last time—very well,if I remember right. And you didn't have to do a damn thing. I think you should be thanking me for not making you shame yourself anymore than you already do working at a place like this.”

“Thanking you—thanking you?”My jaw hung wide open as I glared at the man. “You got me in trouble!” Holding onto the rest of my yell, I lowered my voice so Vin didn't hear me. “You left me way more than you should have for what I did, and that pissed off my boss.”

“I've never heard of someone getting angry for willingly being paid too much. Your boss must be an asshole.”

“My boss isn't the issue here—you are.” Pointing in his direction, I clenched my jaw.

Thinning his lips, the man furrowed his brows. “Then why does he care what you made, so long as you made it? Seems to me like he might be an issue.”

Dragging my fingers over the top of my head, I dropped them to my hips. “Look, I don't want any more trouble. Can you just go before this gets out of hand and you end up fucking me again?”

“I haven't fucked you yet, if I did, you wouldn't be asking me to leave.” His smile returned, causing a flutter in my gut.

The feeling was foreign. My stomach never clenched because of a man, it never tumbled or knotted up. But this man, this man had magic in his voice and spells in his eyes.

His jaw was sharp, his chest thick and muscular. Almond shaped eyes were framed by long lashes, longer lashes than I had ever seen on a man before. His hands were bear sized, arms as dense and wide as tree stumps.

I could feel myself falling, my body growing heavy, causing me to teeter on my heels as my muscles tingled with sensations that had no place there to begin with.

Taking in a deep breath, I kept my eyes sternly on his. “Why are you doing this?” I asked, shaking my head in confusion. “Are you always an asshole? Last time it looked like you wanted out the second I walked in, but today I can't get you to leave.”

“Maybe I just wasn't in the mood for games last time. Today I am.”

“God, you remind me of someone I met once.” Folding my arms across my chest, I rolled my eyes.

“Oh yeah,” Arching a brow, he eyed me. “Was he an asshole too?”

“Actually, no.” Plucking at my bottom lip, I flirted my eyes up to his. “Maybe a little,” I said half smirking. “But it's not that, it's the confidence. You have too much of it in a place that's not yours to show it.”

“Confidence—is that what you think you see?” Our eyes bounced over each other as his lips curled to one side. “It's not confidence you're seeing, it's power.” Taking out his wallet, he threw some bills at my feet as he stood up. “Tell your boss you did whatever that would normally get me. I'm paying you enough to lie to him, so make it believable.”

You don't know my boss. . .

As he walked to the door, I called out,” Hey, wait—”

The man stopped short, his hand curled around the door knob, his eyes peeking at me over his shoulder. He didn't say a word, he just waited for me to speak.

“You got a name?” I asked.

“That depends on who you ask, but you can call me Salt.”

“Salt? Seriously?”

Yanking the door open, he stepped back into the club, not giving me anymore answers.

Salt? What the hell kind of name is that?