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bodies and toward the steel side door. A big, burly bouncer stood in front of it, and at her arrival he gave a tight nod and let her pass. Once the door was shut behind her all sound from the club ceased. A long, brightly lit hallway stood before her along with another bouncer-guarded door. Once she was through that one as well and the steel closed behind her with a deafening click, she forced herself to breathe.
    Tate’s office was just as intimidating as he was. Dark hardwood and brushed steel covered every square inch. Brea stayed close to the door, although she knew it was false security. Tate would let her leave when he wanted her to. She didn’t know why she felt so uneasy around him. He had been nothing but professional and nice to her, but underneath all of that she sensed something dangerous about him. It was the same thing she sensed inside of Cameron. And that scared the hell out of her.
    “Brea.” Tate glanced up from the stack of papers scattered around his desk. He smiled almost warmly, but Brea wasn’t fooled. She had seen false security from Cameron way too many times to not know what it looked like. He might be one of the most attractive men she had ever seen, what with his short dark hair and amber-colored eyes, but Brea knew a dangerous man when she saw one. Tate was definitely one of those men.
    “Please, have a seat.” He gestured toward the plush black leather chair in front of his steel-and-glass desk. When she was seated in front of him he laced his hands together on top of his desk and watched her. “You like it here, Brea?’
    “Yes, sir.”
    His grin widened and he leaned back in his chair, getting more comfortable. “Please, call me Tate.” Brea nodded but didn’t speak. “You’re one of my best workers. You get along with everyone and I’ve never had a complaint about you.”
    Brea had no clue where this had come from. “Thank you, Tate.” She shifted in her seat uncomfortably. She didn’t want to be put in any kind of spotlight. She wanted to go unnoticed. If people started paying attention to her that could cause her a lot of problems.
    “You worked underground before, right?”
    Instantly her heart beat a little faster and her palms started to sweat. “Yes, that’s right.” Throat gone as dry as the desert, Brea already knew what he was going to say. Hell, she had known it was one of two things before she had even set foot in his office.
    “How would you like to work down there permanently?” She didn’t respond right away and he must have sensed her unease. “I know it’s a different crowd down there, but I’ll increase your pay and the tips are far better.”
    Why was he choosing her? There were already waitresses that worked the underground. “I—” After her one night down there when she had freaked out, she assumed she would never be placed in the underground again. Man, had she been wrong.
    “I’ve recently had some issues with a few of the girls down there”—he paused for a moment before continuing—“distracting the fighters. Those types of distractions tend to cost me money. I need employees that have good heads on their shoulders and can handle the pressure. I know there was a situation down there the last time you worked, but I was impressed that you sucked it up and finished your shift. That shows a lot of dedication, and that is something I admire, Brea.” Brea felt it was a genuine one this time. “You’ve already proven you have a good head on your shoulders and aren’t afraid of a little shit from the drunks. Not to mention you’re beautiful and will no doubt sell a lot of drinks.”
    Brea couldn’t help it. She blushed. No one but Cameron had ever called her beautiful, and even when he did she never felt like he really meant it. Tate’s compliments were nice, but she was still leery. What the hell could she say? She knew if she refused it would be an insult to Tate, and Brea desperately needed this job.
    “Your pay will