Jordan Miller
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"You're not serious, are you?" I spluttered. I thought he'd forgotten about me barging on him, but who was I kidding? And what the hell did he mean by being watched.
"Damn serious," Alessandro replied, not an ounce of humour in his voice.
I looked around the club again. I was certain he wasn't talking about being waitress here. And the only other thing I could see women doing for money was stripping. I shook my head, stepping back. "No way."
He caught me by the waist before I could move away too much. "Why not?" He asked curiously. At least, it didn't seem like he was about to force me. With everything I'd done since I arrived at his place, I expected him to. Maybe, he just wasn't as cruel as most people painted him as.
"Why not?" I repeated. "What if people see me?
