rules were as clear as the Grey Goose martini I mixed for him.
Don’t sleep with the patrons. I had no problem with that. Money
didn’t impress me. But Damon Baxter’s eyes did. Midnight blue,
just like the name of his nightclub. The way they undressed me
made me consider risking the most sought after job in the service
industry. Nailing the position had been hard. Obeying the rules?
one night with him, I would have sold my soul to the devil. And
that’s exactly what I did. And let me tell you, hell in the company
of Damon Baxter was blissfully hot. I offered him a single night of
pleasure, but when he demanded another in that deep and sexy
whisper, what could I say? He was my boss, and I always aimed to
please…when it pleased me.