Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22420 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22420 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
“So,” Mike grin, “now that you’ve had some time to sit with it, do you have any regrets about participating in the auction?” The waitress reappears with our drinks, and I take a moment to sip at the pale liquid. Then, I sit it down and slowly shake my head.
“No. No regrets at all.”
After all, how could I have regrets? It was sensuous being touched like that, knowing soon there’d be more.
Harry grins and nods.
“Good, because we just wanted to be sure. It seemed like Benny might not have been clear with you about all the conditions,” he drawls.
I nod and then sigh ruefully.
“Yes, because Benny has a way of being vague about everything, so I knew to go in expecting some surprises. Especially since it was my first time being auctioned.”
“Your first?” James asks, looking puzzled. “Really?”
I nod.
“Yes. I’m sorry you didn’t know. I’m actually a bartender here at Club Z, and generally, only hostesses are invited to participate in Club Z auctions. But Benny’s my boss, and he approached me with the opportunity to participate, saying that it was for friends. You are friends, right? He said that’s why it was a private auction.”
The three men frown, and look between each other before looking back at me.
“Benny likes to label us as his friends,” Mike begins in a slow tone, “but we’re not exactly friends, so to say. We don’t hang out or anything, but we’re friendly, if you catch my drift.”
I nod, tilting my head to the side.
“That makes more sense because it’s hard to imagine my manager with any friends, to be honest,” I say in a dry voice. “He’s a more transactional kind of guy.”
Harry laughs.
“Yeah, I think ‘transactional’ is the right way to describe Cumberland. I certainly don’t trust him, which kind of precludes any real friendship.”
But then James speaks, his voice low.
“Actually honey, I didn’t know bartenders could be auctioned. I was under the impression they were off limits when it comes to that kind of thing. When we joined a year ago, we were told that hostesses are available, but definitely not the other members of the staff. Isn’t that what you guys remember too?” he asks his friends.
Harry and Mike nod.
“Yeah, definitely,” Mike growls. “So how did this happen? I mean, we don’t know all the inner workings of this place, so I could be remembering wrong, but I don’t think so.”
I nod again.
“Yes, I think you’re right although I’ve only worked for Club Z a few months myself. But I have heard from several girls that it’s pretty common for the bartenders to become hostesses eventually. Maybe? I guess a lot of girls come in unsure about what has to be done, but once we’re here and have the chance to see the environment for ourselves, then being a hostess doesn’t seem so intimidating. Some girls do ‘graduate’ to the position, so to say.”
Mike smiles, and it’s sexy the way it highlights the structure of his strong jaw.
“Okay, that’s good to know. So you were ready to ‘graduate’?”
I take a deep breath, biting my lip. The fact is that I wasn’t. I was happy just being a bartender, and really only took the position for the money. But the fact is that the auction was so sensuous and dirty that I think I actually am ready now.
“Yes,” I reply in a breathy tone. “I was pretty nervous, but I’m glad I went through with it.”
“Good,” James says with a crooked smile that highlights a dimple on his right cheek. “We like our girls ready, which brings us to the elephant in the room.”
Of course, I know what he’s talking about and nod quickly.
“I’m at your service, Mr. Macklowe, Mr. Crew and Mr. Wood,” I say in a dulcet tone. “Just let me know when and where is convenient for you, and I’m happy to oblige. If you like, I’m even available now.”
The air between us heats, and the men share a glance.
“Now would be great actually,” Harry says in a silky tone.
“You look luscious in that outfit, and I’ve been wondering what it would be like to take it off you,” Mike adds.
“Plus, we keep a suite at the compound, so now would be perfect,” James finishes. “Let’s go, sweetheart. It’s time to collect.” Then, he reaches one big hand out, and without hesitation, I slip my own small palm into his. It’s immediately swallowed by his heat and warmth as the four of us stand.
“Yes, sir,” I breathe in a low voice, teetering in my high heels. “I’m happy to serve.”
With that, I’m whisked out of the bar area and into the private suite these men keep upstairs, to be plunged into the heady joy and filthy desires of three men who like to share.
7
Sierra
We saunter to the elevator, and after entering the golden box, Mike hits the button for the fifteenth floor. Goodness. I shiver while surveying my companions. I’ve ridden in plenty of elevators in my life, but none has ever felt as small as this one because here I am with three huge, gorgeous men. Goosebumps cover my arms and my heart is beating so hard it’s amazing that my bidders aren’t able to hear it pounding in this small space. Plus, despite the very small cocktail dress I’m wearing, I’m hot; I’m practically going up in flames of desire.