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combination that for some reason turned him on like nothing else.
    “Wow.” She blushed a bright fuchsia that only a redhead could manage. “You’re fuckingly talented with those hands. You know that, right?”
    “Fuckingly.” He grinned. “Thank you, but you might want to censor yourself a bit during filming. Not all people appreciate a foul mouth on a woman as much as I do.” He reluctantly pulled away from her, resisting the urge to clean her cream from his fingers with his tongue.
    Instead he reached for a napkin from the limo bar.
    She smoothed a shaking hand over her hair. “I’ll do my best. I can behave nicely when I want to.”
    “Of that, I have no doubt.” He caught her eye and an erotic charge leapt between them.
    Damn, he had to get this woman off of his lap before he did something even more foolish. She was an employee, after all, and more trouble than one man could handle. It would be insane to encourage her any further. The best thing for the both of them would be to keep their mutual attraction at arm’s length…at least until filming was over.
    “I’m sure Matthew will be happy to see ‘fuck’ vanish from your vocabulary.”
    “Anything for the boss.” She smiled and eased off his lap, back to her own side of the limo. She adjusted her skirt and blazer until her kiss-swollen lips were the only clue as to how they had been occupying their time.
    “I’m not your boss, Katarina.” He spoke the words gently, but firmly. “What we’ve done here has nothing to do with the show. That’s why I had hoped to keep my identity a secret. I didn’t want any of the women to think they had to behave in inappropriate ways to earn my favor.”
    She had seemed as swept away by the attraction between them as he was, but he didn’t believe there was such as being “too careful.” He wasn’t the type of man who allowed himself to be led around by his dick, and the sooner she realized that the better.
    “I hope you weren’t looking for some sort of quid pro quo,” he finished with a raised brow.
    “No, but I wouldn’t mind riding you until you can’t stand.” She met the challenge in his eyes with one of her own.
    Damn , everything about this woman made him want to pull her back onto his lap and impale her on his still-raging hard-on.
    “I don’t care how many strip clubs you own,” she said with a shrug. “That kind of stuff doesn’t influence me. Though I do think it’s shitty to sell pixie dust to kids.”
    “No one under the age of eighteen is allowed into my clubs and pixie dust is legal outside Kingdom City limits,” he said with a shrug of his own. “It’s not my fault that some people can’t draw the line between recreational use and habitual abuse.”
    He was sick of being blamed for the addicts that had popped up in the past years. Pixie dust had mild euphoric properties when used properly, and hundreds of thousands of people managed to use it recreationally without any ill effects.
    “Some people can’t help themselves,” she said, her eyes showing a flash of anger. “They’re predisposed to be addicts.”
    “One could say the same about chocolate cake. I suppose next I’ll be accused of contributing to obesity because I serve pizza and fried foods at my clubs.”
    “Don’t be so flippant,” she said, brows drawing together. “Chocolate cake and pizza don’t have the potential to cause hallucinations or blackouts. Pixie dust ruins lives. Giving some people a single taste is like helping them flush their lives down the toilet.”
    He met her hard look with one of his own. “It’s time people took responsibility for their own weaknesses instead of searching for a scapegoat.”
    Kat opened her mouth to reply, but then bit her lip and dropped her eyes to the floor of the limo. “Fine. Maybe you’re right. But maybe you’re wrong. Let that sit on your conscience for awhile before you dismiss the possibility.”
    “I’m certain my conscience will bear the