Chapter 234 Lexi

• He led her through a side door, down a carpeted hall lined with abstract art that screamed money, he bathed in money.
• The other dancers watched, whispers exploding in their wake. Sofia shot her a concerned glance, but Lexi waved it off, even as dread coiled in her gut.
• The office door clicked shut behind them, sealing them out from the lot. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the Strip's chaos, but the room felt intimate, charged. A massive desk dominated the space, leather chairs flanking it, a bar cart gleaming in the corner. Carlos released her wrist only to place his hands on her waist, thumbs brushing the bare skin where her leotard dipped low. They lingered there, too long, too possessive, sending sparks up her spine.