Ruthless King

“Um, Santé wants me to come in and get the money I’m owed,” she said.

Both men stared at her and she gulped. But she needed that money. She wanted to order some more clothes, except she didn’t want to always use the credit card Regent had given her.

“And HR for the library still wants to see me even though I resigned.” Thankfully, she still had sick days owing so she could take them instead of giving notice.

“Tell HR if they want to talk to you they can do it over the phone,” Regent said.

She nodded. Yeah, she’d rather not go in and talk to them.

“And tell Santé to keep his money,” Regent added.

“But I want the money,” she said.

“You don’t need it.” Regent gave her a firm look.

“I earned it.”

“If you’re going to get it, do it soon. Before the place goes up in flames,” Victor said.

Huh?

“Victor!” Regent snapped.

“What? You mean Jilly doesn’t know your plan to raze the club to the ground because some of the clients there and the staff saw her breasts?”

“Victor,” Regent said in a deathly cold voice. Even though it was clear he was furious, he didn’t yell.

But now her appetite was gone again. “Regent! You don’t plan to do that, do you?”

“Of course I do.”

“That . . . that’s ridiculous!” she cried. “You can’t do that!”

“I can and I will.”

“Well, I won’t let you!”

He narrowed his gaze at her. But she managed to hold her ground.

He won’t hurt you.

“You aren’t doing it. It was my choice to dance there.”

“They saw your breasts!” he snapped.

“So? You know, this is very hypocritical of you considering you got a lap dance from one of the dancers!”

“I did not. What are you talking about?” he asked.

“I saw you! When I was there as Nyx! Seven took you out back to where the private dances are.”

Regent ran his hand over his face. “I forgot about that.”

“Kimmy,” Victor muttered.

“You got a lap dance from Kimmy?” She didn’t have any right to feel betrayed. But she couldn’t stop herself from feeling that way.

“No, I was questioning Kimmy.”