ulsed with life behind the solid wood door, but here, in the dimly lit corridor, the minutes ticked by intolerably. She could

sides. She had promised herself she woul

deep breath

s voice, smooth as sil

mself. Dark leather furniture, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the neon-lit city, and a mahogany desk that probably cost more t

me," he mused

inda said bluntly, stepping close

his chair. "Still feisty, I s

Is this about my job, or

to the point. Fine.

itting, her spine rigid, every muscle in her body coiled tigh

ust about drinks and music. It's about connectio

t need a job, Ethan. I'm no

yes. But you and I both know that you'

s words unsettled her. "If you're looking to get me

Illegal? Now, now. Don'

cross the desk toward her. She eyed it warily before hesitantly flipping i

rrowed. "Wh

ly. "You wanted a job, and I'm mak

mething wasn't right. Ethan didn't d

re than generous, suspiciously so. The t

up. "This is more th

. "I like to p

u want for this kind

, but his eyes darken

d that "loyalty" didn't just equate to showing up for shifts and ke

ut this," she said wari

s on the desk. "Of course.

her there was no d

that's all, I'll

lin

of his voice. Softer now

trun me," he said, a subtle threat tangled in

let him see. She gazed back at him, unflappable.

read on his li

ed firmly in her hand. The instant she walked into the main club, the

eturned t

he'd be capable of wa