Betrayal Road – Torpedo Ink Read Online Christine Feehan

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 129980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
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Andrii smiled at her, his gaze on her mouth. “I can imagine how you would look and what every man seeing you would want you to do. I would love to walk into a club with you on my arm. You’re so fucking sexy. I like the idea other men would know you’re mine.”

Azelie could tell he was waiting to see if he’d shocked her or put her off with his crude, explicit way of speaking, but her entire body responded to it. That was her dirty little secret. He had evidently taken the time to study her long enough to figure her out. To realize she was the type of woman to respond to a man like him.

“By all means, Zelie, keep going. What else do you think is wrong with your looks? Why do you hide your tits behind those ridiculous shirts? And your very nice ass in those baggy pants? What is the purpose?”

She tried to stay still under his demand for an answer. She was ashamed of her desire to be anonymous. She had her reasons. She didn’t really need to share everything with him. The bare minimum would do. “I’ve been working as a bookkeeper for one of the local clubs since I was sixteen. It wasn’t exactly legal when I started because I was underage. It just sort of happened. The bookkeeper unexpectedly quit right before an audit, and the owner, Alan, needed someone. I’m really good with numbers. Really good. Really fast.”

“How did this Alan know about you?”

“My brother-in-law knew him. He told Alan about me. Quentin always called me the whiz kid. He told me to wear really baggy sweats and work during the day, to never go to the club at night. So that’s how I started wearing these clothes to work.”

She gave him a tentative smile. She was telling him the truth. Quentin, her brother-in-law, had gotten her the job, and he had been the one to insist she wear baggy sweats.

“This club owner trusted a kid to fix his books when he was being audited?” There was disbelief mixed with incredulousness, as if Andrii wanted to believe her, but the idea was so absurd, he just couldn’t.

Her smile widened. “It wasn’t like he had anyone else. He didn’t have time to find someone professional. Alan had less than forty-eight hours. I was taking classes at the college, and Quentin wouldn’t let me go. I worked nearly the full forty-eight hours straight.”

“I take it you were able to fix the mistakes his accountant had made?”

She laughed; she couldn’t help it. “The point was to keep him out of prison. I managed to do that. Alan’s accountant had a big grudge against him. He had an interest in the clubs. There are actually two clubs, and they make a lot of money. With his partner out of the way, he might have managed a takeover.”

“Was the accountant a full partner?”

Azelie shook her head. “He had been embezzling. That was blatant. Alan trusted him. He didn’t pay much attention to the books. He does now.”

“Do you ever work at night?”

“I work whenever I need to, meaning if I’m behind or the boss calls me in for something, I’ll go in at night. I don’t like to. The clubs are very popular, and both are always packed. The clubs are mostly empty during the day, so it’s easier to work when no one’s around but the security guards. They know to leave me alone. Even Alan sleeps in late. I can have the place to myself.”

“What club is it you work for?” He reached out and ran one finger down the back of the hand curled around her to-go mug, as if the temptation of touching her was too hard to resist.

“The Pleasure Train.” She rolled her eyes. “The name is so ridiculous, I laughed the first time Quentin told me about it. I can’t believe how many people go there.”

“I’ve gone there a few times with friends of mine,” he admitted.

“You have? The upstairs, the Pleasure Train, is a dance club. The floor beneath it is the Adventure Club for the much more adventurous.” She already knew which floor he’d visited with his friends.

The pad of his finger slowly stroked back and forth along the back of her hand. “Most of those men claiming to be Doms are playing roles, Zelie. They’re acting out parts, playacting. Nothing more. It isn’t a lifestyle for them or their partner.”

She nodded. “I’ve been around them enough to have learned they’re only there to have fun.”

“You haven’t ever participated at the club, have you?”

Was there an edge to that soft voice? A hint of steel? A dark thrill crept down her spine. She suddenly had the premonition that he could be very dangerous. “I’ve walked through every room many times and never once felt the slightest inclination to join in the fun,” she admitted. It was true. She wasn’t into games. She didn’t play.


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