Chapter 2
Him
I shift in my chair as I release the intercom button, trying to control the hard-on that my dick has decided on.
What did I just see? A fucking vision getting naked for me - the sexiest girl I'd ever seen in my life. What in the fucking living hell is she doing working here? Ade and Cassie run the classiest sex club in the country, but she way outclasses this place. What made her come work here?
When Ade asked me to test out the new girl, I never expected her to give me a hard-on by walking across the fucking room.
That walk and that fucking figure, carved from an hourglass - curves like I've never seen.
Before she closed her eyes, their piercing blue colour cut into me as though she was looking straight at me - even though the one-way mirror meant she didn't know who was behind the screen.
My mouth went dry. It's been a long time since I've been affected like that.
Why did I stop her, then? Why didn't I watch her… let her give me the full show? Could have had a cheap wank watching her. It's not like anyone was watching me. So why didn't I?
Something made me want to stop her. I wanted to see her naked.
.. of course... but not like that. Some girls that work here get off on having customers drooling over them, paying them massive tips - laughing at men and feeling like they hold all the power.
She isn't one of them. She was determined to do it, but it was obvious she didn't want to.
I'm sure every girl doesn't want to go through with their first time, but this was different.
It was like she was being forced into it.
She wasn't. I know Adrian. He loves sex.
He sells sex for fuck's sake, or as close as you can get to sex.
But he treats his girls like princesses, no scrap that, queens.
He and Cassie work as a team. They take care of every woman who walks through these doors.
No one will come to any harm working for him.
He loves the female form. In fact, he could talk about it for fucking hours and hours and has done on many occasions when he was hammered, but he protects them.
Respects them. They come here and do a job, but it's more for him, girls putting themselves out here like this for men's pleasure.
It means something to him, and they come under his protection.
I respect him for that. He has immense respect for women, considering what an absolute man-hoar he is.
Unlike me, who wouldn't trust women as far as I can throw them, but then, I have every reason to distrust them.
What happened to me not only takes away any trust for the opposite sex but human beings in general.
Apart from my brothers, everyone else can all go fuck themselves.
My brothers. Except they're not really my brothers, but it doesn't have to be about blood—often, stronger relationships are forged out of respect, experience and having each other’s back all your lives. That's what happened to us. The shit we've been through together made us stronger. I’d die for any one of them, and they’d die for me. Christ, the number of times we’ve risked our lives for each other, I couldn’t even count.
An unbreakable bond. It’s the one thing I can rely on in this shitty life.
A woman’s voice snaps me out of going down my own twisted memory lane. Thank God.
"What did I do wrong, Lauren?" A woman's voice says in an English accent, but there is a strange twang there that I can't place. It’s her. What is that accent? With her dark colouring, she could well be Mediterranean. I need to sort this out before it escalates. I don’t want to get her fired…
do I? Maybe I do. I don't want her working here, I don't want her under Adrian's protection, for some unknown reason, I don't want her owing to him, and I sure as hell don’t want any man coming in here and jacking off over her performance then going home dreaming of her. Nope. No way.
I don't want her to know it was me in here. I stay quiet. Someone answers her. "I don't know, honey. I'm sure you were fine. Who was in the viewing room? Let’s find Cassie to find out what's going on."
They walked away, so I quickly left the cubicle and ducked into Ade's office. I dial his number, and he answers.
"Gray, how’s it going?" He says in that lazy tone of his.
"Ade, where did you get this new girl?"
"Thanks for sitting in for me. I had to go see a girl about a cat."
In other words, he was busy fucking pussy somewhere, as per usual.
I roll my eyes, "Whatever. Where did you get her?"
He is quiet for a moment. "I'm not sure, actually. I think she replied to the ad. Cassie deals with it all, and she was pretty excited when she interviewed her and said she would bring in plenty of business. She knows what’s going on there a lot better than me, ask her. Why? Was there a problem?"
I run my hand over my closely shaved head. "Nah, not really, but I called it quits after the first few minutes."
"Why the fuck would you do that?"
"Christ if I know. Listen, would it bother you if I gave her a job at the club?
She'd be more suited to hostessing than doing this.
She's a duck out of water here." Am I actually doing this? I don’t do women favours.
Or am I doing myself one? Something about her made me want to help her—she seemed—desperate somehow.
He won’t question me. They challenge me if it’s something important, or they think I'm in the wrong, but he won’t about this.
"Sure, bro. If you think that's best. This girl is intriguing me now." He says quietly.
I don't want his interest piqued. He will get into anything with a skirt and usually does it quickly, with the girl begging for it. I don't like the thought of this one begging him for anything.
"She doesn't need to intrigue you. It's nothing. It didn't sit right, her doing this. She wasn't into it, but she's gorgeous - she would make just as much money hostessing at the club."
"Gorgeous, huh?" he asks.
"Yeah, so what?" I snap.
He's quiet for a minute. "Not heard you talk about a girl like that since... well, doesn’t matter. Go for it, but run it by Cassie first, or she'll kill you. She won't be happy about this."
"You scared of her or something?" I grin.
His relationship with Cassie is a close one.
After hiring her to run this place, they’ve developed a genuine relationship where they both say what they think, and it works.
He wanted a woman running it, as he knew the girls would trust a female running a sex club more than a male.
It works. She has him by the balls most of the time but runs the place smoothly.
As far as I know, he has never fucked her - probably why it's working so well.
"Yeah, fucking terrified, aren't we all?"
"No, bro, that’s just you." I wonder if he ever wanted to go there with her. She’s around five years older than him, but she’s hot and sexy as hell.
He'd be an idiot if he did anything to mess up their working relationship, and as much as he struggles to keep his dick in his pants, he respects her. Hopefully, that’s enough to stop him from going there.
He chuckles. "Anyway, I was balls deep in a hot redhead. Can I get back to that?"
"Whatever," I say and hang up. He's always balls-deep in someone.
It's been a long time since I've been balls deep in anyone thanks to that bitch, Evelyn. That reminds me, I get my phone and text the guy we have on retainer.
Josh, update on Evelyn, if you will.
I get one back immediately. Sure thing. Same as usual?
I send him a thumbs up. Let’s see what the bitch is up to.
Right, back to business. I need to find Cassie.
I walk out of Ade's office and straight into her. Whatever her name is. She is more fucking gorgeous up close. Her eyes are so big and blue. Christ. She smiles at me, and I feel it in my dick.
"Um, hi," She says, her eyes darting around, "I'm looking for Cassie."
"You and me both, darlin'. She's not in there." I jerk my head towards Cassie’s office.
She frowns. "Oh, right, Lauren said she would be here. I need her."
She has thick, brown, wavy hair that seems to bounce around her head. What the fuck is wrong with me? I'm surrounded by gorgeous women all the time, but none of them make me react like this.
"What's your name?" I ask.
She stood straight and focused on me for the first time. "Who wants to know?"
I smirk and put my hands in the pockets of my suit trousers. "Me."
"And who might you be?" She tilts her head, narrowing her eyes.
I sigh. "I'm friends with the boss. There has been a change of plan about your employment."
Fear flashes through her expression, and then it is gone. What does she have to be scared about?
"What did I do wrong?" She asks.
"The problem isn't what you did wrong. The problem is you did it way too fucking right."
She tilts her head. "I don't understand."
"You don't need to. Things aren't going to work out for you here."
"But..."
She starts to protest, so I cut her off. "If you want a job, I can give you a good one with tips that will pay as well as this gig."
She scans the room as if looking for help. There’s no one here but me, honey. "I don't know..."
"I will clear it with Cassie. I own a club, and I have just the position for you."
She narrows her eyes at me. "And what would this position include?" She spits out the word ‘position’ as if it’s a dirty word. I get it. She thinks I want her for more than work. Which may be true, but I wouldn't do that.
"Dirty mind, haven't you? It's a hostess in the VIP section at my club. Looking like you do, the tips you'll get, you could afford a Porche in no time."
She laughs, but it’s not flirty or happy. It's bitter. "No offence, whoever you are, but promises are empty. I will speak to Cassie. I'll find something else if I'm out of a job here."
I try to remember the last time someone answered me back that weren’t my brothers, and no one ever tells me no.
I try to hide the shock that someone did.
Usually, women know who I am and would walk over hot coals if I asked them to.
This one, not so much. This one acts like she'd walk through hot coals to get away from me. It bothers me.
"Do you know the club ‘Heaven and Hell’?"
She shakes her head. "I’m new to the area."
"Here is my card." I hand her my business card.
It doesn't say much - my name, Grayson Reid, and a generic mobile number.
I have a couple of phones - this is the one I keep with me most of the time.
"Ask around about the club. It’s a big name around here, and important people drink there.
Trust me, you'd earn the same as here, but there, you get to keep your clothes on and keep your respect. "
I say it as a matter of fact because it’s the truth.
She takes the card but doesn't look at it. "Were you the one that pulled the plug in there?"
I give a curt nod but say nothing.
"So you’ve seen me. Naked.”
Yeah, darlin' and the image is burned into my brain.
“I have, yeah.”
“You didn’t like what you saw?”
Now it's my turn to narrow my eyes at her. “That’s not possible.”
I see satisfaction flit across her face, and then it’s gone. “Is there an ulterior motive to this offer?”
My eyes stay on her, I stay silent.
“Why did you pull the plug?”
Why did I do that? What can I say when I don't know myself?
I shrug. "It wasn't a right fit for you. Trust me, this is."
She nods and turns to leave. She is wearing a black fitted t-shirt dress. I watch her walk away and catch a glimpse of her bare shoulders peeking out from her long hair that’s bouncing as she walks. My eyes go to her narrow, tiny waist that curves out again into the most perfect arse.
I swallow, trying to urge my dick not to play games again.
She is fit.
When she's out of sight, I dial Cassie's number as the door opens, and the woman herself walks out.
"Just the woman." I put my phone away.
"Grayson, always a pleasure." She says as though it's anything but.
"The new girl isn't gonna work out. I’ve cleared it with Ade."
She opens her mouth in shock. "Tell me you're joking? She is gorgeous, has curves in all the right places and sexy as fuck. Can you tell me why she isn't gonna work out?"
"No. That's between me and Ade. If you have a problem with it, speak to him."
Her lips go in a fine line. I have her. He's the boss. "Oh, don't you worry, I will be speaking to him. I'm not here day in, day out, finding these girls I can trust—which isn’t easy, by the way - for one of his friends to come in and call the shots."
"Calm down. It's just this once. Don't go grinding his balls for something I've done."
She puffs out air. "Fine, do what you want. I'll grind your balls instead."
You can try it, honey, but you won't come out on top.
We glare at each other, and I give in, too intrigued by the girl and I don’t have time for staring competitions. “What’s her name?” I ask.
“Aw, does Grayson like what he sees?”
“None of your fucking business and remember who the fuck you are talking to.”
Her eyes widen, but I don’t miss the flare in her nostrils. She's trying to keep her temper in check.
Yeah, you do that, sweetheart.
I've been in this business a long time. I can read body language like I can read a book.
“Tell me her name, NOW.” I'm done with this conversation. I have shit to do.
She huffs. “It’s Nadia, Nadia Lopez. She's from Portugal. And Ade will hear about the way you’ve spoken to me.”
She turns around and storms out. Oh shit, I've woken the beast. I’m sure Ade will be having words with me with the grief he’s about to get. Tough, she should know her place.
So, Portugal, huh? Guess that’s where the hint of the accent comes from. This girl officially has my interest.
I still know nothing about her. That needs to change right now. I dialed my PI number twice in one day.