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“Ms. Sapphire, right this way,” he says. Victor and James have disappeared, and Troy takes me through the lounge, pointing out features, and then he directs me out to a gorgeous pool area.

“We have offices on each level, but mine is upstairs,” he says once we’re back inside. We head up a back set of stairs. “This one’s Victor’s,” he says, and he points to a closed door. We head through some more doors, and I see a bar with a stage set up across from it and tables and chairs in the middle.

“This is our gentleman’s club level.” He slides into one of the chairs. “Victor wanted a luxury resort instead of a motel experience, and that’s what we’ve strived to achieve here.” He nods toward the chair beside him. “Sit.”

The command has me scrambling to obey, and something happens in that moment.

Troy’s eyes seem to heat over as they land on me.

My thighs clench together again.

He wants to issue commands. I want to obey. He owns a club where one floor up from where we are now, people have sex in front of other people. I want to be in one of those rooms with him. I want to please Troy while other people watch us.

The mere thought has my panties drenched.

I shift a little uncomfortably as his penetrating gaze lands on me again.

“Why do you want to work here?” he asks.

“In truth, I love FDB Tech Corp, and Mr. Fox and the other owners are fantastic. But I’ve found I’ve stopped learning from the marketing team, and there’s little to no chance I’ll ever be able to move into an executive position given the current climate there. This would afford me a new opportunity where I still get to work with Mr. Fox.” I don’t mention how I’d also love to work for Troy, Victor, and James. That seems like a given, and this is a huge opportunity for me. Mr. Fox hand-selected me and made me sign an NDA of my own before he would even tell me the name of the place.

“He’s a silent partner, Ms. Sapphire. He won’t be around. Can you handle working under me?”

His words are laden with meaning.

“I’d love to work under you,” I say, hitting that ball right back into his court as I keep my eyes level with his. “I’ve been a fan of yours for many years.”

His eyes seem to flicker with interest at that, and his tongue darts out to wet his lip. “I hope I can live up to your expectations. You like baseball?”

I nod. “It’s my favorite sport, and I cheered for the Rockies all fourteen years you played.”

“Thank you,” he says. We’re quiet a beat, and then he inclines his head toward the stage in front of us. “Would you ever take this stage?”

“I don’t see what that has to do with marketing,” I say, squaring my shoulders without answering the question.

“Nothing,” he agrees. “I was just curious how you’d answer.”

I chuckle. “What I do in my free time is my own business.”

His brows rise. “Feisty like a cat,” he murmurs. “I can appreciate that answer. I like a woman who isn’t afraid to stand up to me. It was a bit of a test, and you passed. Would you like to see the third level?”

I nod despite the bit of whiplash I have at his abrupt change in direction. “For the record, the answer is yes. If you asked me to take that stage, I’d love to dance for you.” If he can flirt, well, I can flirt right back.

His eyes seem to heat at that as he stands, and we head up another set of stairs. I imagine people having sex right here in this stairwell as they head from level to level, and I wonder what sort of club rules there are on that.

He takes me past six rooms with closed doors. “These are our suites,” he says as we pass by them. He stops at the end of the hallway, and he walks into a small room with black leather loveseats shoved into it. He sits on one and pats the seat beside him, so I perch on it. We face a dark room, but he pulls out his phone and taps a few buttons. The lights come on in the room in front of us, and my eyes study each new detail I notice as I glance around the room.

“This is one of our observation rooms. We have four of them—two have a two-way mirror so those inside can’t see who’s watching, and two have windows so they can see.”

My eyes move toward the room. A huge bed with red bedding sits against one wall, and the room has a sexy and luxurious feel to it. Mirrors hang on the walls and the ceiling, and I can just imagine myself getting down on my knees in front of Troy and watching his pleasure go on forever and ever in the mirrors all around the room while people sit on this side of the window watching us.

A thrill zips up my spine.

Maybe others are in the room with us, watching us, making noises on the bed while they do things to each other.

Fire rips through me.

“This is the owner’s suite. Whichever of us is on host duty for the night gets access to the room should we want it. I have yet to use it on my night, but Victor is a big fan.”

I chuckle even as a pulse of relief pings through me that he hasn’t used this room.

I like that he hasn’t used it.

I don’t want him to use it unless it’s with me.

“Have you been to a place like this before, Ms. Sapphire?” he asks.

I shake my head as my eyes continue to move around the room.

“Eyes on me,” he commands quietly, and my eyes move to his. “Do you think you could work here?”

I feel like I’m under his spell as his eyes penetrate mine again, like I would do anything for him. It’s an effect like I’ve never felt before. “If it means working with you, then yes,” I breathe.

He seems caught off guard by my words. “Do you want to play?” His words are soft, and they send a thrill through me.

“Yes,” I breathe.

“I want to watch you,” he says.

“Watch me?”

“We’ve only just met. I think touching you would be inappropriate, especially given that this is supposed to be an interview. But let’s call the interview over, Ms. Sapphire. You’ve got the job if you want it, regardless of what happens next.”

My heart seems to race and drop at the same time.

I know this isn’t part of the interview, that this is some separate dynamic that’s flying between us.

“What happens next?” I ask, echoing his words and turning them into a question.

“If you take the job here, we get a chance to get to know one another.” He clears his throat and glances away from me. “But I should warn you, I don’t mess with my employees.”

“What if I take the job here temporarily, then? Or only work for Mr. Fox, Mr. Bancroft, and Mr. McKinney?” It’s a bold question, but I need to cover all my bases here. When else am I going to get this chance with whatever it is Troy Bodine is suggesting?

“You’ve piqued my interest enough for me to consider that. And interestingly, I may know of another marketing position, but it could be as long as a year before we’d be able to secure it.”

My brows dip as I ask the silent question.

“I can’t share details yet, and I need you to prove yourself here first anyway,” he says.

“Then I accept the position. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go celebrate my new job.”

He looks surprised for a beat, and I walk out of the observation room and into the dark red room.

I keep my chest up high with confidence as I wander around the room.

I’ve been single a long time, and just because I’m about to do this in front of Troy Bodine doesn’t mean a damn thing. I’m doing it for me .

But that doesn’t mean it can’t turn into something.

I open a few drawers and find a variety of toys, and as I explore the room, I think about what men have liked from my past experiences.

It’s a guess, but he doesn’t want to watch me with a toy. He said he wanted to watch me .

To that end, I move toward the windows. This isn’t one of the rooms with the two-way mirrors. I see Troy sitting there, his eyes on me, and I slowly twirl around as if I’m doing a little dance for him. I reach for the hem of my dress, and I pull it over my head.

He studies me, observing, watching. He’s stoic as he sits there, yet I know I have to be having some sort of effect on him. He’s a man who said he wants to watch me, and I’m a woman standing in my black bra and panty set dancing around a room built for sex.

I’m glad I chose decent undergarments today, and I do another little twirl. I move back toward the bed, getting on all fours to crawl up it, wishing he was lying here underneath me, that I was crawling up that hard chest of his instead of an empty bed.

I should feel weird about this. I should feel awkward.

But I don’t.

I just feel sexy as he watches me, and it’s then that I realize he likes to watch, and I like to be watched. He’s a voyeur, and I’m an exhibitionist.

A perfect pair.

I’ve always enjoyed being watched. My girlfriends have told me how awkward they felt the first time they fingered themselves in front of their boyfriends, but I never felt that way. I always liked seeing the look in their eyes as they watched me get myself off. I always liked seeing how turned on they got by the things I did to myself. Something about it turned me on even more.

I guess we’re all wired differently, and I’m wired to want this. To want him .

I’m still on all fours with my panties on when I dip my hand down past the black fabric and rub along my clit. My pussy is so damn wet, wetter than it’s been in months or years even, and it’s simply from being in the same building as Troy Bodine.

I flip over onto my back and slide my panties slowly down my legs. I toss them to the floor then sit up and unhook my bra.

I run my hands along my breasts, stopping to pinch my nipples between my fingers, and I open my eyes to see Troy shifting in his seat.

I stand up and move closer to the window. Just a pane of glass separates us, and I stare at him for a beat. His eyes are hooded and full of lust as they flick to my breasts and then lower to my cunt, and I dip a finger inside myself right in front of him while my eyes meet his.

He closes his eyes for a beat as if he’s trying to gather himself, and then he unbuckles his belt, pops the button of his expensive slacks, and pulls out his gorgeous, perfect cock. The tip glistens, and my mouth waters as a needy ache pulses within me.

He grips the head in his fist before he moves it up and down his shaft.

I swear I have never been so turned on in my life.

I settle down on the floor and part my legs, setting my feet on the glass as I lie back so he can have an unobstructed view of everything I’m doing to myself. I keep my eyes on his through my parted legs, and I shove two fingers inside myself, pumping them in and out through the slick juices. I grab onto a nipple with my other fingertips, and he continues pumping up and down his shaft while he watches me.

I keep my eyes on him for a few erotic moments as I finger myself and he jerks off.

I pull my fingers out to brush against my clit, and that’s when I fall apart. I let out loud moans as pleasure racks my body, my knees slamming together as my pussy quakes with fierce tremble after tremble. I grip onto my nipple as the need to grip onto something runs through me, and I wish it was Troy I was gripping but he’s on the other side of the glass.

I open my eyes as the quaking slows and is replaced with a warm, tingling feeling, and I catch the tail end of what Troy’s doing as his face twists with pleasure and hot white jets shoot out the head of his cock and all over his hand.

Well, one thing’s for sure.

This is a job interview I’m not going to forget anytime soon.