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champagne. “Does that mean she raised fool girls?”
    Remy was tempted to ask what kind of champagne it was, just for the education, but he would’ve needed to trade the new information for feeling ignorant in such fancy surroundings. Plus he’d chosen poorly when mentioning his mother. Even a hint of his family dragged his past out of buried places.
    “No foolish girls, neither,” he said, falling back on years of acting one way while feeling another. “None at all, as a matter of fact. She told me time and again she’d have rather had a girl.” He forced a neutral expression as he mentally tacked what she never failed to add to that particularly endearing sentiment. Especially with the faggy way you dance.
    “Girls are trouble.” Naya took a sip of her golden drink, so Remy did as well. Who liked to dwell on filthy old thoughts?
    Not me.
    Might as well mix with the beautiful people.
    Naya was as gorgeous as they came. Her long, dark hair was down. The ends curled around the tops of her breasts, which were covered by a modest pink T-shirt. She wore black pants that molded to her strong thighs. Her fiancé wore slacks and a button-down shirt with sleeves rolled back to display thick, corded forearms.
    Daniel’s smile was casual and indulgent. “Girls are not trouble. They’re gifts.”
    “Amen,” Remy said with a smirk.
    The drink tasted like bottled sunshine and stars. These two had busted it out for an average Friday night. Remy wanted that kind of good life someday. An apartment like this one was a goal in and of itself, the reward for breaking out and creating a dance troupe of his very own. He wouldn’t earn this sort of real estate working for Declan, no matter how much he quietly loved dancing at Devant.
    “You like boys too,” said the elegantly dressed man.
    Remy conjured a sarcastic smile. “If that’s an invitation, Mr. Baker, I should probably call you Daniel.”
    The man chuckled. Naya’s reaction was more telling. Shock opened her dark eyes. Her lush mouth parted in silence. Whatever they had going on, this wasn’t their normal routine. Similar, maybe, because neither was a gibbering mess. But definitely untested.
    Novel.
    That was good. Remy liked being novel. He’d do lots of things for the taste of something new. If that came with the chance to get Naya back on her knees, he’d do a fuckton more. She’d all but melted while keeping her spine straight and her breasts out.
    The pose of a perfect submissive.
    “Feel free.” Daniel wrapped an arm low around Naya’s slender waist. His fingertips grazed the side of her ribs. “But it wasn’t an invitation.”
    “Not for him.” Naya lifted her chin. She held Remy’s gaze for a moment, then looked back to her man. “And not quite yet.”
    Silent communication passed between them, a tiny head tilt and Naya’s eyebrows quirking in the middle. Daniel’s finely carved mouth bent upwards, but his eyes didn’t give anything away. To read him, Naya would need to know him inside and out.
    Their coupledom wasn’t in doubt. Remy was on the outside. Nothing new there. He’d played this game his whole life. Every time, he’d stood a better chance of getting what he wanted if he played it easy. Relaxed. No sense revealing how much he’d like to be a rough-and-tumble stud for this fancy pair.
    He held up his glass of champagne. “No pressing nothing, chère . We’re here to celebrate your new job at Club Devant, oui ?”
    She chuckled and leaned back against the sofa. “Oh, come on. There’s no reason to be coy.”
    Daniel finished the thought for her. “If things go well, we might like you to participate in a certain type of activity with Naya.”
    “But not you? Do you like to watch?”
    “You can be blunt. Good.” Daniel’s smile was calm as he looked down at the top of Naya’s head, which barely came to his shoulder. She was petite yet not diminished. It was the pride in her spine and the way she watched them both. Even when