CHAPTER NINE
Paolo
I stood in Cayenne and drank my whiskey. I was half-heartedly watching an attractive couple fuck on stage. They were really going at it, but my mind kept drifting off. It had been over two weeks since I first saw Jelly, and I still couldn’t get her out of my head.
I saw Nico across the room looking businesslike. I gave him a head nod, but it was clear he wasn’t going to have time to hang out with me. I sighed.
“What the hell is wrong with you tonight, Lanetti?” Enzo Salazar was suddenly at my shoulder.
“You look like your grandma just died or something.” He gave me a once over without much expression on his face before he turned back to the stage to watch the couple.
He faced them but spoke to me. “Nico says you have a thing for Jelly.”
Dammit. Did they all know? This was starting to feel like high school where everyone was up in everyone else’s business, worried about who liked who. “Yes,” I admitted grudgingly, bringing my glass to my mouth.
Enzo nodded. “She’s fucking hot,” he said calmly, as if he was talking about the weather. “And she’s not stupid. Did you know she’s in college?”
I nodded. “Nico mentioned it.”
“So why wouldn’t you take someone like her to your charity function? I’ve taken women from here before.” His blue eyes turned on me. “Is it because of your father?”
Why was Enzo so damn perceptive? “That’s part of it. If my father is coming to the event, he’ll grill the poor woman incessantly about her background, her family, whether or not she went to the right schools growing up… you get the drift.”
Enzo looked thoughtful. “But is he coming? I thought he only comes to very specific events each year.”
“I never know. He waits until the last minute to decide, and, as you know, he’s always invited. Much like your family.”
“True. No one is going to turn away a Salazar.” He sipped his drink. “And they’re not going to turn away Dominico Lanetti, either. You said he was part of it. What’s the other part?”
“The hospital director called me into his office and told me to quit fucking around.”
His eyes widened a little. “In those words?”
“Not exactly, but that was the gist.”
He turned to face me. “So, what’s your plan?”
I gave him a sharp look. Had Nico talked to him about what I wanted to do? “I want Carmen to have a different type of auction.”
He cocked an eyebrow. “Explain.”
“I want an ‘elite’ auction. The women entered into it would be high class, but down on their luck for some reason. Maybe they got a divorce, but they’re still young. Maybe their family money is dwindling fast. Just something that would make them interested in being in a sugar baby auction.”
Enzo chuckled. “Don’t let Carmen hear you call it that. She wants them known as Cinnamon Girls.”
I waved a hand. “Whatever. My point is that these women would have attended the right schools, they would know how to speak to polite members of society, no one would have to help them figure out tasteful clothing, hair, and makeup… that sort of thing. I want a woman who’s beautiful, refined, and knows how to carry herself in society.
” My voice was getting louder the more excited I got about my idea.
“I want someone I can leave by herself for a few minutes and not worry that she is going to make a fool out of herself, and, by extension, me.”
“God. I thought I was a snob. But,” he said as I started to protest, “I like the idea. I’d even use it if Carmen would allow it.”
“What do you mean?” I couldn’t imagine anyone ‘allowing’ Enzo to do anything.
A lot of people acted like Nico was the scariest Salazar other than Carlos, the patriarch, but I disagreed.
It was Enzo. He would be the heir to the Salazar real estate and business fortune.
He already controlled half the town as it was.
And there was something about his steely calm that projected a sense of barely restrained power.
I thought he was semi-terrifying, and I was glad to be a friend of the family.
“She won’t let us enter the regular auction, the Cinnamon Auction, because she says it sets a bad precedent. That people will be mad if we swoop in and get the best girls each month.”
“Maybe she wouldn’t care as much with the elite auction.
I would think this really only affects the very highest members of West Bay society.
There wouldn’t be as many women in the auction, but there wouldn’t be as many men invited, either.
And it wouldn’t have to be held monthly like her other auction. Maybe only twice a year.”
Enzo cocked his head, and I could see all the logistics clicking in his brain. “This isn’t a bad idea. I’ll talk to her for you and see whether she can be persuaded.” He sipped his drink. “What do you propose calling this auction? ‘Elite’ makes the other one seem inferior.”
“I don’t know. What about the Golden Auction? And the girls could be Golden Girls.”
Enzo stared at me for a moment. “You’re kidding, right?”
I frowned. “No. Why?”
“Please tell me you’ve watched The Golden Girls TV show. You know… Dorothy, Blanche, Rose, and Sofia?”
“Ah.” I felt stupid. “Guess we can’t use that one.”
“Nope. As much as I loved those ladies, I can’t imagine young heiresses would want to potentially be compared to elderly retirees.”
“Probably not.”
Enzo grinned and turned away from the stage where a group of people were having sex. “Now the theme song keeps going through my head. I can’t watch people fuck to that song. It’ll mess with my head whenever I hear it.”
“How often do you watch The Golden Girls?” This didn’t seem at all like something Enzo Salazar would do in his penthouse at night after a long day at work.
“All the time.” He glanced at his watch. “I’m going over to Sugar. Do you want to come with me, or are you staying here?”
I thought about it. If I stayed here, I could find some beautiful woman to fuck for a few hours.
If I went to Sugar, I could stare at Jelly for a couple of hours.
I wish I could have the best of both worlds and fuck Jelly.
But I knew that wasn’t going to happen. I sighed.
Maybe I could at least get sucked off in one of Sugar’s VIP rooms.
“I’ll come with you.” With that, I followed Enzo out of Cayenne. Even I was surprised I was choosing staring at Jelly over fucking some anonymous woman.
We went through the secret back hallway that stretched the length of all the clubs on the block and entered Sugar. As soon as we did, a very busty, beautiful blonde woman dressed as a hostess waved to us. I wasn’t sure I’d ever noticed her before. “Who’s that?”
Enzo smirked at me. “Daniela. She’s fucked all of us. She’s the only hostess that comes down to Cayenne some of the time. Leo and Joaquin enjoy having her at the same time. You know how they are.”
I did. I think most of the town did. They loved to share women. Maybe it was a twin thing.
“She gives good head,” Enzo said, returning Daniela’s greeting.
“If you’re interested, you better grab her before someone else does.
Even though Carmen still considers her a hostess, she said there’s no way in hell she’s ever going to be in the auction.
Daniela fucks or gives head a few times a night. She probably makes bank.”
I studied the woman. She wasn’t my usual type, but I figured she could suck my dick as well as anyone else in Sugar. Especially if the Salazars kept going back for seconds.
I straightened my tie. “I’ll give her a go.” It had been weeks since I’d been sucked off by that vaguely familiar woman in Cayenne. Meeting Jelly and spending all my time at the premier table in Sugar had significantly altered my sex life.
Enzo clapped a hand on my back. “Enjoy. I’m going to talk to Carmen about your auction idea.”
Enzo disappeared down a hallway I knew led to offices.
I smiled at Daniela, who paused to look at me. She was carrying a tray of drinks. “Can I help you, sir?”
“Oh, I think you can, sweetheart.”
***
I moaned as Daniela’s head bobbed between my legs. She sucked my cock like a goddamn expert, and the pleasure was intense. I leaned back, closed my eyes and pretended it was Jelly who was working me over.
That made me even harder.
“Fuck.” I gritted my teeth to keep from coming. I wanted it to last longer. But Daniela, sensing I was almost there, sped up. She sucked hard and used her tongue like a damn magic wand to play with the head of my cock.
She leaned up and pulled her corset top down, baring her overly large breasts to me. Fake or not, they were fun as hell to look at while she sucked me off. She pulled one of my hands down to cup one, and I started pinching and pulling her nipple, making her writhe.
“Mmm,” she hummed, taking me deep while she massaged my balls. And that was it. I exploded down her throat, drenching her mouth with my release.
I laid back, my head on the back of the sofa, while I caught my breath and looked around.
It was a beautiful room—large, spacious, tastefully decorated.
The women were breathtaking, and the men were enjoying them.
I looked around as all the men either watched a stripper perform, fucked a beautiful woman, or got sucked off.
And then my eyes landed on one of the hostesses carrying a large tray full of drinks.
Unlike the other hostesses who had smiles plastered to their faces, she had a look on her face like she’d rather be anywhere else.
My eyes widened. Fuck. It was Jelly. I sure as hell hadn’t wanted her to see me with another woman.
I wasn’t exactly sure why since she wouldn’t give me the time of day, but that’s still how I felt.
And when our eyes connected, she looked less than impressed with me, as usual.
Daniela was licking my cock, cleaning it up for me. Normally, I’d be more than pleased with that and maybe even let her ride my dick when she was done. But now? With Jelly watching me like I was less than something on the bottom of her shoe?
Nope.