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I rub my chin. “Without Bane?” I know Bane’s still on house arrest awaiting trial for some extortion case. I’m sure the case will get dropped. Like they all do.

“Bane specifically requested you watch her.”

I shake my head. “He’s too busy to watch her himself? Lots of things to do on house arrest?”

Adele shrugs again. “I don’t pretend to know what goes on at Bane’s complex. It’s not my job to question important clients. I just bend over backward to accommodate them.”

I raise a brow. “Oh?”

Adele hits me with an admonishing stare. “Oh, you know what I mean. I’d never actually bend over for anyone here.”

I crack a grin. “Right,” I say, knowing full well Adele would never jeopardize her position here at Club Greed. I nod. “You’d think Bane wouldn’t want her here,” I continue our earlier convo.

“You’d think.” Adele taps at her iPad. “They’ll be here soon.” And then she waltzes out of my office.

Once again, thoughts of Posey consume my mind.

Which is ridiculous, because I’ve only met her once, and I haven’t seen her since the attack. I gave her my number and told her to call if she remembered anything. She never did.

I leave the office and head down to the bar area to see how everything’s going for the evening.

“Ledger Thorne,” Gloria Suarez whines, placing her red-tipped nails on the lapel of my suit coat. “I’m so happy you are here. I missed you.”

“Mrs. Suarez.” I keep my tone professional, even though I want to run away from her. “So happy you’re here.” I’m not. “Where’s Tony?”

She sidles up closer, her politician husband nowhere in sight. “Don’t worry about him right now.”

I clear my throat. “I hope the both of you are enjoying your evening.”

Her hand glides up and down my arm. “We are. It would be more fun—”

My cell phone cuts her words off, pinging with a text message in my pocket.

“I have to get this.” I retrieve my phone from my pants pocket and read the text from an unknown number.

It’s obvious she wants you.

I glance around the club, looking for Gloria’s husband, but he’s still not around.

My fingers fly over the keyboard.

Who is this?

My heart trips over itself at the reply.

Posey.

Chapter 2

Posey

Have you ever seen a man so gorgeous that he sucks all the life out of any room he occupies?

Everywhere I look in Club Greed, I see wealthy individuals. Men in nice suits, women in flashy gowns. Beautiful people. There’s power. There’s sexual appeal. But no one, and I mean no one, has the raw charisma that Ledger Thorne possesses.

It's as though my eyes are compelled by some unseen force to gravitate toward him. His towering stature commands attention.

I’m captivated.