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broke the magic. Once more, he grabbed her wrist.
    “Wait,” she said.
    He didn’t, ignoring her pleas and questions as he pulled her
down the stairway through another door into Shoshana’s office.
    The young woman wasn’t inside, but Connor was looking as
infuriated as Mitch had been. What in the hell was happening here? Were they
going to spank her in this office, then fuck her senseless?
    Mitch released her wrist and moved away. Connor didn’t come
anywhere near her. Gesturing to the sofa, he said, “Get dressed.”
    Nikki’s body went hot, then cold at her blouse and capris on
the furniture. Next to the clothing were her sandals, underwear and purse. She
backed up. The movement caused her bustier’s underwires to dig into her flesh
like the bra from Hell, her face was sweaty beneath the mask and her feet ached
from her four-inch heels, but no way was she going to remove the fucking
costume. “What’s going on? Why am I here?”
    “We don’t want you working in the club,” Connor said.
    There was absolutely no hesitation or sympathy in his voice.
Nikki blurted, “Why? What did I do wrong? Is this about that guy putting his
arm around me? I stopped him. He behaved. I was nice to him and all the other
customers just like Shoshana said I should be. They seemed to be having a good
time. They seemed to like me.”
    Mitch snapped, “That prick and his friend bid on you so
you’d be whipped.”
    “So? They won. What’s the problem?”
    “What do you think,” Connor growled. “We don’t want anyone
doing that to you, all right?”
    Given how he’d acted a few second before, his sudden concern
surprised Nikki. It also confused her. What happened in the club was just
playacting. No one got hurt. Didn’t he get that? Or was there something else
behind this? “You want me to work in the Garden Room or the Virgin Room
instead?”
    “No,” Mitch said first. “This was a mistake. We don’t want
you working here at all.”
    “Oh hey,” she said, panicked. “You’re firing me? After you
kissed me in the BDSM Room and in the stairwell, after you felt me up like
there was no tomorrow and stuck your tongue halfway down my throat, you’re
going to fire me?”
    Connor frowned. “You kissed her in the stairwell?”
    “Do you know a better way to shut her up?” Mitch countered,
then turned on her. “I wanted those guys to back off, all right?”
    “Bull.” She crossed the room, standing on her toes, pushing
her face toward his. “That kiss and your roaming hands had nothing to do with
keeping me quiet. Tell me something I’ll believe.”
    “Fine,” he shot right back. “We don’t want you working in
this club. Take the fucking check I offered earlier. With it and the cash you
already have, you can pay off your parents’ mortgage with enough left over for
you to get back on your feet.”
    And for her to never see them again, unless she came up with
the money to pay them back. How was that supposed to happen when she was
essentially unemployable given her arrest and all the bad press? Why in the
hell were they really doing this? Did they want her out of their lives that
badly? Did they dislike her that much despite their obvious attraction?
Fighting tears, Nikki crossed her arms beneath her breasts, not caring how she
plumped them.
    Both brothers’ attention fell to her nipples, then her moist
slit. Unmistakable desire flared on their faces. Big deal. Nikki wanted to see
more, a hint of emotion that they’d missed her even a little bit. She thought
back to Mitch’s kiss. There had been lust in it, sure, but also affection,
especially in the way he’d held her so close afterward. That moment of
tenderness gave her the courage she needed. “No, I won’t take it. Let me go
back to my job.”
    Mitch caught her arm before Nikki could move past. “You’re
not working here any longer.”
    “Then put me in one of the films. I’ll do that.” She spoke
to Connor. “Shoshana told me you use the girls