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When the doors opened, I turned and waved. “Bonjour.” I made my way over to the desk and asked, “Welcome to Polished. Can I take your name and who you’re here to see?”

For now, I had work to do, but later, I would bring my idea up with Blaze.

Hopefully he loved the idea, because I really wanted to be involved and not just as an investor.

I could sew some costumes, help with makeup, and help them with moves to seduce the customers. I excelled in all fields.

There would be much to organize, but the possibility was exciting.

CHAPTER FIVE

BLAZE

Henri was bouncing in his seat as we drove home. He was bursting at the seams to tell me something, but he wanted me to wait until we were home. My lips twitched. I knew why he wanted me to wait. He’d try and seduce me to give in about something he wanted.

The man should know that I’d do anything for him.

Henri dragged me to the front door, and once inside, he slammed the door behind him to lean against it as I removed my shoes.

“Porn,” he said.

I cocked a brow. “You want to watch it?” Wouldn’t be the first time we’d done that. With the porno noises in the background, Henri liked to pretend there were others in the room, watching how we made each other feel. Witnessing our love as we fucked. He got off on the thought of people watching but knew that could never actually happen. The thought of someone seeing what was mine naked and lost with the arousal that I made him feel made me want to kill.

A red haze filled my vision for a beat and had me clenching my fists.

Soft hands cupped my cheeks, drawing me back. I blinked down at Henri. “Mon amour, stop thinking bad thoughts and concentrate on me.”

I grunted.

He smiled. “Good. I didn’t mean porn. I was just seeing if you were listening.”

This man.

He winked. “What are your thoughts about exotic dancers?—”

“No.”

He groaned. “Not me, mon amour. I already know you would go on a murdering spree if anyone saw me dance in that way.” He was right. “I would be the same if you wanted to strip in front of others. I am meaning we could start a strip club business and give this option to the sex workers at Polished. Ask the bikers if they would want to go in with us. Think, this could be a safer option for those who want the stability of the money but are tired of dealing with the risks they take.”

The eagerness in him was clear to see.

“When did you think of this?”

“This afternoon when Carnal came down for his shy client.”

With my hands to his waist, I squeezed. I loved seeing him enthused, and this wasn’t a bad idea. It would bring us money. Not that we needed it.

“We can talk to Country.”

He squealed.

“However,” I added, “I’m not sure he’ll go for the idea, since it’ll mean losing employees for his other businesses.”

Henri waved me off, beaming up at me as his hands slid to my chest. “But we will ask?”

“Yes, firecracker. We’ll talk to him.”

He jumped and wrapped his arms around my neck and legs around my hips. I curled an arm under his ass, holding him to me with one at his waist too.