Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 61542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
“Sorry,” she says in a loud whisper as she looks around at everyone who’s glaring at her because of the noise she made. “I’m so sorry.”
Then, our eyes lock.
It’s ridiculous, but I feel like time has stopped. It’s like in the movies when everything’s in slow motion and Ella James starts singing “At Last.”
She’s beautiful. The dark eyebrows over her big, expressive eyes are pulled together with worry. Her teeth stab her bottom lip, making me want to claim that mouth for myself.
She’s crouching by my chair as she picks up shards of glass with her delicate hands. She’s so close I can almost just grab her and ravish her.
“I’m sorry,” she says, restarting the clock with her voice.
I’ve never had that slow-motion moment in my life before, and this clumsy girl somehow does it for me? What just happened?
“Who are you?” I blurt out.
“Huh?” she asks, tilting her head in the most adorable way.
I clear my throat. There’s no need to get nervous here.
This girl obviously works at The Succubus, which means she knows the rules. She’s broken a few of them already in less than one minute.
“Haven’t you been told how you’re supposed to address me?” I ask.
She freezes, realizing her mistake. “I’m sorry, Sir. I’m so sorry.” Looking around, she adds, “Would you mind not telling anybody about this? I could fix this before it becomes a problem . . . Sir.”
She must be new here. But even new employees must know they’re supposed to blend into the background. That definitely means they shouldn’t be telling customers what to do, especially when it involves hiding things from her employer.
This girl’s been bad.
And I’m itching to punish her.
“What’s your name?” I ask.
“Katie,” she answers.
I smile to myself in the dark. She really is new.
With a mask over the top half of my face, Katie won’t be able to recognize me if we run into each other outside the club. Sure, she may know my name, but she won’t know we’ve met.
If I see her in the real world, though, I’ll know exactly who she is. Unlike the other girls, she hasn’t even bothered coming up with a fake name.
This is either her very first night or she doesn’t talk much with the other girls—who usually have names like Candy, Cherry, or Chastity.
Katie is a nice name. A perfectly good name. But it’s not sensual or suggestive. It’s not the kind of name most people would pick as a sexy alias.
“Katie, huh?” I ask, still smiling.
“Um, yes.” She quickly adds, “I mean, yes, Sir. Can I please continue cleaning, Sir?”
“No, leave it alone,” I tell her.
She stares at me, apprehension in her eyes. Jesus, those eyes. I can see everything she’s feeling, every single emotion.
She wants to say something, but she doesn’t know how I’m going to react, so she’s decided to wait and see, instead of digging a deeper hole for herself. Smart girl.
I get up from my chair, and her gaze follows me.
Good. I’ve got her attention.
“Come with me.” I hold out my hand.
“Uh . . .” Katie hesitates. “Can I clean this up first before we go, Sir?”
“Are you saying you want me to help you hide your little accident from the club?” I cock an eyebrow.
“No,” Katie answers quickly. “I mean, no, Sir.”
She pauses, seemingly considering her options. When she meets my gaze, she’s made a decision, although I can tell she’s not completely comfortable with it.
She puts her hand on mine, and her soft skin sends a jolt of electricity through my system.
I stare at her, dumbfounded. Who’s this girl, and what did she just do to me?
Katie
What just happened?
I stare at the man in shock.
Something just happened, right?
The way he’s staring at me . . . It’s hard to tell because he’s wearing that mask, but I think he felt it, too.
“Let’s go,” he says as he pulls me up effortlessly. Obviously, he doesn’t want to talk about it.
“Where are we going?” I ask, taking one last glance at the mess I’m leaving on the floor.
Two cocktail glasses are on the ground, the liquid seeping into the red carpet. And two guests are going to have to wait a long time to get their drinks.
Kendra’s going to kill me. And then, I’m going to get fired.
But who cares? It’s not like I need the money from this job anyway.
“You need to learn to address me properly, Katie,” the masked man says. His big, strong hand is hot on my skin as he leads me down the aisle to the back of the hall.
I don’t need to learn anything because I’m getting fired soon anyway—because of him. Where does this guy get off, telling me what to do?
Oh, god, I’m really not suited for this job. I’m not some obedient girl who can just sit still while a man walks all over me—there’s nothing that makes me angrier than a man who does that.