Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 72(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 72(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
Once we finish discussing the contract, the band members rush off to “enjoy” their evening, and I head over to the bar to see if Roman is still planning to give me a tour.
Chapter 6
Roman
“I’m ready to tour your club.”
Her smoky voice sends hunger coursing through my soul. I turn away from Dayton, one of our weekend bartenders, and smile down at her. “You won’t regret it.” I pull her against my side and hold her close as we walk down the main hallway. We pass by the exhibition room, and Raven’s face glows bright red. “I don’t use the member rooms. I like my privacy.” And I can’t stomach the thought of anyone watching while my spitfire comes apart for me. We turn the corner, and I press my watch to the mostly hidden wall plate. A black matte section of wall opens, and I lead her into the private back hallway.
“Wow.” She glances around. “I didn’t realize how big it is.”
My cock instantly wakes up, believing she’s talking about it. “Spitfire, you have no idea what you’re doing to me with your innocent words.”
“Oh.” Her face turns an adorable shade of red as she bites that juicy bottom lip again. “I meant the club is big.”
“Uh-huh.” I wink down at her to ease some of the tension pouring off her luscious body in waves. “This is my private area.” I lead her into my large suite. We step into the outer room where I hold my negotiations. There are two burgundy leather sofas facing the fireplace. I make sure to keep the corner bar stocked and ready for any guests I have, but I don’t invite many people up to my private sanctuary.
“It’s gorgeous.” As she glances around, I press a button on my watch that turns on the sound system and soft music fills the large room.
“That’s a neat trick.” She glances up at me.
“I have many more tricks to show you.” Do I ever. In my mind, I picture her on her knees, sucking my cock deep into her soft throat while I tug on her long, silky ponytail.
“Oh.” She bites that bottom lip again, causing it to plump even more. I shake my head as visions of digging my own teeth into that juicy little morsel blast through my mind, replacing the blow job fantasy. Goddamn. I’m about to come in my pants like a schoolboy and I haven’t even touched my spitfire yet.
I open one of the doors on the back wall. “This is my private office where I hide out to actually get work done.”
She glances around before turning to me. “What about the office we met in earlier?”
“It’s the common office space all the club executives use to conduct club business.” I reach behind my desk to press a button, and the three wall-sized black curtains open, giving us a view of the public areas of the club. “I designed my personal space with an extra layer of security and privacy.” It took two years of planning to design the perfect club for me and the other men in this town.
“You did a great job.” My heart fucking swells at her compliment. Goddamn, she’s already turned me into a pussy-whipped son-of-a-bitch. And I couldn’t be happier.
“Thank you.”
Her phone rings in her purse, and my spitfire turns away from me to answer it. Fuck. I don’t like anyone stealing her attention away from me.
“What the fuck are you doing in a goddamn sex club? I can’t believe you didn’t discuss this with me first.” I’m standing close enough to her to hear the outraged male voice coming from the phone. Oh, hell fucking no. My spitfire won’t be discussing anything with another man. Whatever relationship she had with him before today is now over. “You need to get your rear-end home now.”
Before giving myself a chance to consider what I’m about to do, I grab the phone out of her hand and roar into it, “Who the fuck do you think you are calling my woman and ordering her around?”
“Who the fuck is this?” He answers my question with a question, pissing me off.
“I’m Raven’s man,” I growl into the phone.
My spitfire gasps next to me. “Oh my God. Stop right now.” She lunges for the phone, but I’m way too tall for her to reach it.
Taking a step back, I wait for the asshole to argue with me. “Well, I’m her goddamn brother, and I don’t know jack shit about you, so I’m thinking you either kidnapped my sister or you haven’t been her man for long.”
Fucking hell. The hair on the back of my neck stands up, and I can literally feel my spitfire’s glare burning through me. I glance over at her and sigh. “I’ll let you talk to Raven,” I tell her brother. “Then we can start over and introduce ourselves properly.”