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party guests and cohorts in exploring New York nightlife’s seamier underbelly. But now they were owners of rival clubs. Justin would never understand what had made Billy secretly buy the Blue Angel last year, partnering with Violet Offender, a performer who had been fired from the club under its previous owner. Violet was a hot piece of ass, but there was something off about that chick. As Justin liked to put it, he wouldn’t fuck her with someone else’s dick.
    And then Justin saw a sight that made him feel almost like his old self again.
    Gemma Kole walked into the room and heads turned. Her long, dark blond hair was unkempt as usual, and unlike the other highly groomed and polished female party guests, she didn’t wear makeup except for smudged black eyeliner. She wasn’t the most beautiful woman in the room, but she had an unpolished sexiness that made him feel the most intense attraction he’d experienced in as long as he could remember. But because she designed costumes for Mallory—who was technically his employee, which made Gemma an employee once-removed—he’d never seriously considered getting her into bed. But tonight, with her Kardashian-esque ass poured into a tight, short dress, he didn’t know if he’d be able to resist.
    “She’s interesting,” said Martha. Billy knew what that meant. It was the green light: Go get her and call me when she’s good to go.
    “Yes, dear, I could use a scotch,” he said. Martha shuffled off to the other room.
    Justin made his way toward Gemma.
    Alone, at last.
    The club was empty. The last of the girls had changed, packed their costumes into their bags, and headed over to the Baxter party. The dressing room was a mess of scattered cosmetics, discarded stockings, hairpieces, and empty champagne bottles.
    “This is worse than a college dorm room,” Mallory said, clearing a space on the small sofa and tucking her legs under herself. She flattened her left hand on her thigh and stared at her engagement ring. It was the most perfect object she’d ever seen. She felt she would never be able to see it fully—every angle revealed a different facet of the diamonds. Even the shiny curves of the platinum band held fascination for her. “It’s so beautiful. I can’t stop looking at it.”
    “Well, you’re going to have to,” Alec said with a smile, sitting next to her.
    “Why is that?”
    “Because it’s going to be really distracting for me to make love to you while you stare at your hand.”
    “Hmm. I don’t know if I can control myself. You might have to blindfold me.”
    “You read my mind.”
    Alec pulled a silk scarf off one of the vanity tables and folded it with quick, practiced movements.
    “Alec, come on. We have to at least make an appearance at the party.”
    “Shh,” he said, straddling her and tying the scarf over her eyes.
    “You’re crazy,” she laughed, allowing him to ease her onto her back. She felt something under her left shoulder blade, and felt around with her hand to pull it out from under her. She guessed it was a tube of mascara. Alec took it from her hand, and she heard it hit the floor.
    She felt his hands on her waist, unzipping the long black skirt she had changed into for the party. The fabric brushed the length of her legs as he slowly pulled it off her. Then she felt nothing. The room was completely silent. Had he left?
    “Alec?” she said. Her hands fluttered up to move her blindfold, but before she could slip it aside to sneak a peek, Alec pulled her hands back to her sides. “So, you
are
still there,” she said.
    Saying nothing, he eased her panties down the same slow path as the skirt. He pushed her legs apart, and she felt air caress the folds of her pussy. She reached out for him, but he ignored her, holding her legs open and still. In the absence of his touch, her mind filled in the blank, imagining his fingers inside of her.
    “Did you lock the front door?” she asked, suddenly remembering where they were.