Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 82887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
You don’t come here to dance and have a few drinks. You come here to get lost in the vibe I offer—get punch-drunk on the lust-filled air. Exquisite is like a drug. People here beg to let go. Beg to become someone else. The teacher wanting to become someone’s pet. The judge wanting to be tied and choked for being bad. The housewife who wants to pretend she doesn’t have a family sleeping at home while she gets filled and fucked in every way possible until her body gives out. Those are the people who come to my club. Those are the people I allow in.
These girls? Kids, practically. They want to brag that they’ve stepped into the unforbidden. I’m always tempted to take one of those little Barbie doll brats behind closed doors, away from the innocent petting and dance music, and show them what nightmares are made of. Maybe then they’ll spread the word that this isn’t a place for them and stay away. For their whole goddamn group to stay away.
I watch as Fredrick finally makes it to them. Grabbing the closest girl, he brings his mouth to her ear. Her once flushed face begins to fade in color, and the others’ eyes go wild as they lift their hands in defeat, pleas spilling from their bubblegum-colored lips. Fredrick points to the door and begins to escort them out when the girl in the back breaks away from her group and heads in the opposite direction.
My anger spikes at her defiance.
Fredrick is too busy escorting our unwanted guests to notice. My twitching hand aches to reach down and grab her by the neck. Force her to stare into my gaze as I apply pressure around her throat and pull her hair into my fist. Feel her pulse race beneath my fingertips as she gasps in fear and exhilaration. I want her out of my club.
My eyes follow her through the crowd as she makes her way to the bar. She’s wearing a green dress that doesn’t flatter her too-thin frame. Her heels add a few inches to her average height of five-and-a-half-feet tall, but she lacks the curves many members in the club seek. Unimpressed by her backside, I conclude she’ll be even less impressive from the front. I’m not sure if I’m disappointed or relieved. At least it will be easy to scare her enough to never show her face in my club without having the urge to touch her beforehand.
Leaning over the polished wood, she catches Kade’s attention. He holds up one finger to finish pouring two stouts for Commissioner Stephens and makes his way to her. I can’t read her lips since her back is to me, but her tense body language sends off a vibe that she’s nothing more than an innocent kitten lost in a lion’s den. And she is about to request something way out of her league.
I take a step closer to the glass, pull out my phone and dial the front bar extension. The phone lights up with an incoming call, but I doubt he can even hear it over the sounds of the music. Kade leans in and the girl cups his ear. A few seconds pass, and my curiosity spikes. What does this little girl want? Kade’s easy going expression drops, and his eyes shoot from her to the mirrored window above the dance floor. She’s mentioned something to do with me.
He quickly pulls his attention back on her. He nods, turning to the ringing phone, and picks up the receiver. Before he has a chance to address me, I speak.
“Send her up to my office.”
His eyes shoot to the window once again. “But she just—”
“I have a line of capable bartenders dying to be in your place.”
That does it. His mouth, open and ready to continue, shuts. No way does someone land a job here and leave unless they’re fired or dragged out. “Got it, boss.”
We disconnect, and he turns to the girl. A few short words are exchanged. I envision he’s telling her how to get to the back stairwell. There, he’ll notify Arthur to let her up the private elevator leading to my office. And there, I will get another call to confirm. Another employee I’ll threaten if they question my orders.
I eagerly await her next move, so I can get a good look at her face. I have no interest in her or fulfilling any of my much-needed desires, but it doesn’t stop my curiosity or my dick from anticipating. Kade nods, and with one last glance at my office, he twists back to the man at the bar. That’s when she turns. Her skin is pale in comparison to the done-up faces of her friends. Her lips are bare, her eyes covered in minimal makeup. I’m surprised by her simple appearance, but thankful her plain look does nothing for me.