Seduced by the American Millionaire by Lynda Chance Page A

back and grabbed her drink to steady her hand and give her something solid to do. Her nerves were pinched tight. She recognized the excitement running through her veins as sexual. Oh my God, did her hormones have to kick in now? She had been perfectly content since her divorce doing the alone thing. Why did the thug in the corner booth have to make her legs itch to cross and re-cross every few seconds? She had to get control of herself. She pulled her phone from her bag and begged the Almighty Father for a few bars. Please, just one. Just one bar to get a text through. No service. Still. Oh Christ. All alone. To wait, or not to wait.
    She watched the mirror behind the bar as two more beautiful women came in dressed in slinky dresses and sling-backs. One blonde, one brunette, they seemed to work the room with one swift glance. She watched as they slid onto stools down the bar. They ordered something far more sophisticated than Jen's own screwdriver. She watched, quite dumbstruck as one woman turned to her friend and pushed the hair off the other girl's face. Jenny felt her stomach tingle as she watched the blonde's fingers drift down her friends shoulder and minutely adjust her shoulder strap. Was this for real or was she watching some kind of performance? And for what? Jenny's question was answered as she glanced around and saw several men staring at the girls sitting at the bar. One man was already getting up to make his move. Jenny sucked in a breath and grabbed her drink and immediately started choking.
    "Are you all right? " The female bartender inquired with gentle eyes. She had been sweet to Jenny before when she couldn't even think of what drink to order.
    Jenny cleared her throat and tried to relax. "Yes, thanks, I'm fine. It's kind of hot in here, isn't it? "
    "It always starts to heat up about this time of night. I've worked here for six months and still can't believe some of the stuff I see. Why in the world are you in here? " The girl looked puzzled.
    "Well, my friend Amy heard that the lobster in here is fantastic and- "
    The girl behind the bar gave a gentle laugh. "Lobster? Are you serious? Don't let Richard hear me say this, but the best food served here is the shrimp basket. We aren't really famous for the food, if you know what I mean. "
    Jenny didn't. She was just about to say so, when the bouncer guy came up and spoke in the bartender's ear and pointed to a closed door behind the bar.
    The bartender looked in Jenny's direction and frowned a bit. "The boss wants to see you in the office, Miss. "
    Shock hit Jenny. "What for? "
    "I don't know. You've probably got a phone call. "
    Richard had had enough of this bullshit. Anger and lust burned through his system. He didn't need any trouble tonight. After the altercation with the cops last week, and almost being busted for prostitution, he wasn't feeling in a very receptive mood. If the little piece at the bar was just in the wrong place, he needed to get her out of here before some old geezer tried to make it with her. He had been watching them, watching her, for the past half hour. Not that she had noticed. She was too busy watching the performance the sluts at the bar were putting on. It seemed unlikely that she could be a cop. A cop, even a smart one, could never look that innocent. He knew one thing. It was time to find out.
    Jenny cautiously slid off the barstool. Even though she had only taken a few sips of her drink, the vodka was very definitely making its way to her head. A phone call! Thank God. Her friends were trying to get in touch with her. As she rounded the bar, she noticed the mobster was not looking in her direction for once. She walked around the bar and through a door that the girl opened for her. "The phone's over there. "
    "Thanks. " The office was small and dark, with only a small lamp lit on a side table next to a couch. The only other furniture was a huge desk and the black leather chair that sat behind it. On the desk there was a laptop