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the side so I wouldn't have to look at her.

As Grayson told her to leave and that he didn't love her, I felt my stomach twisting. I felt sick. What did this mean for me? I was already starting to develop feelings for Grayson. But did I risk being tossed aside just like Lyra was now? Humiliated in front of his new toy while begging for a second chance?

I didn't have the answer. My lips remained tightly pressed together as Grayson said goodbye to Lyra once and for all. He closed the door firmly and told me to go back to bed. I hesitated, but his insistent gaze told me I didn't have a choice.

Burrowing back into my blankets, I chewed my bottom lip nervously as sleep evaded me for the rest of the night. I couldn't rest until I knew for certain whether he saw me as disposable. But something told me Grayson enjoyed keeping me on edge. That he'd keep me this way, enjoying my struggles. I wanted to hate him for it, but my heart betrayed me.

***

I didn't see Grayson much the next day, but he told me he'd have a surprise for me in the evening. Some delivery men came in that afternoon, and I wasn't allowed out of the living room as they set something up.

"Are you excited for your surprise?" Grayson asked once they finally left.

"A little worried," I smiled cautiously. "Should I be afraid?"

"You should always be a little afraid around me," Grayson smirked. "Only because I love it."

The fact that he got off on my fear was thrilling, but I was too scared to bring it up. I tried to hide my flushed cheeks by allowing my hair to fall over my face. Grayson pulled his tie off the shirt he was wearing, dangling it before my eyes.

"Will you let me blindfold you?" he asked with a smile. I nodded, knowing I didn't have a choice. After all, this was what I'd signed up for. He approached me, gently wrapping the silk around my eyes. I couldn't see a thing, but he was careful as he led me down the hallway and into one of the bedrooms. He gently pulled me forward, and placed my hands on something cool. It felt like metal. With a smile, I realized what he'd done.

"If you wanted a private show, Mr. Kline," I purred. "You only needed to ask."

"I'm asking now," he muttered in my ear as he pulled off the day. The ghost of his lips sent shivers down my spine. "Will you dance for me, Kitty?"

I ran my fingers down the pole, inspecting it. It was sturdy. He'd paid money for this set up, and there was no denying my excitement. I lived to dance. To dance for Grayson would be extra special, not only because of the butterflies in my stomach. The electricity between us was sparking, and we hadn't even kissed yet.

"Let me put on some music for you, Kitty." He played with his speakers and a slow, sensual song played over the speakers. "Now dance, pretty girl. Let me watch you twirl just for me."

I closed my eyes and allowed my mind to familiarize itself with the sound of the music. My hips started swaying. I knew he was watching me, the hot weight of his gaze following me through the room as I started twirling around the pole.

I danced for him and him alone. Finally, minutes into the dance I couldn’t handle not seeing him anymore. I pulled the blindfold off but kept my eyes closed for a few precious more moments.

When I finally opened my eyes, I looked right at him. He was sitting with his legs spread, a tumbler of whiskey in one hand and a cigar in the other. I could see the outline of his erection through his slacks, and I was grateful for the sound of the music that covered up the moan that escaped my lips.

I wanted him watching me. I wanted his cock hard. I wanted him wanting me so much he'd just cut everything off and take me then and there. And if Grayson Kline wanted a personal show, I'd give him one he'd never forget.

The sound of the music reverberated through the room, through my body. I danced only for him. My dress slipped over my shoulders and I embraced it, acting coy as I slowly slipped it off. I stood before Grayson in stockings, a garter belt and a black