Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 84219 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84219 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Getting up from the stool, I walk to the nearest staff member, whose petite frame indicates she’s a woman, and say, “I’m ready to go to the room.”
“Right this way, Miss Blakely,” the woman says.
As I follow her toward a hallway, my muscles are tense, and my stomach spins with nerves.
There’s no backing out. I can do this.
She opens a golden door, and I’m taken into a room that’s decorated in the same black and gold as the rest of the club.
My eyes land on the bed, and avoiding it, I walk toward the armchair that’s in the corner of the room.
Before I can even take a seat, a man comes in and the staff member says, “The only rule is no touching. Enjoy your time together.”
Before I can catch my bearings, she leaves us alone, and the door shuts behind her.
Oh shit.
My eyes are locked on a man who can’t be much older than me. He’s not bad-looking, which only makes me feel more nervous.
He’s taller and stronger than me.
Shit.
A smile spreads over his face as his eyes sweep over my body. “My name is Kevin. What’s yours?”
“Ah.” My tongue darts out to nervously wet my lips. “Samantha.”
As my eyes dart to the door, he asks, “What do you want to do?”
My gaze snaps back to him. “We can sit.”
I glance over my shoulder before I take a seat on the armchair.
Kevin plops down on the edge of the bed, and bracing his arms behind him, he stares at me as if I’m his next meal.
“I haven’t seen you around here before,” he says.
I glance at my wristwatch and see only five minutes have passed. Fifty-five to go.
“I’m new,” I murmur while I position my handbag on my lap.
His eyes drop to where my hands are gripping my handbag, and he lets out a chuckle. “You look tense.”
“Yeah,” I mutter.
I wrap my arms around my waist and glance at the door again.
“Are you always this quiet?” he asks as he scoots up the bed so he can lean back against the pillows.
“Yes.” Not wanting to be an absolute bitch, I force my gaze back to him and ask, “So…uhm…what do you like to do in your spare time?”
He shrugs as he crosses his ankles. “When I’m not at work, I’m here.”
Okaaaay.
Silence falls between us, and after a couple of minutes, Kevin says, “Come lie down next to me. I promise I won’t bite.” Chuckling, he adds, “Unless you ask me to.”
Yeah, that will never happen.
My arms tighten around my waist, and I shake my head. “No. I’m good here.”
He lets out a sigh, then says, “Let’s spice things up.”
I’m just about to tell him that’s not what I agreed to when he reaches for the zipper of his pants and pulls it down.
Unbearable fear and panic hit me instantly, and before he can even pull his dick out of his pants, my breaths speed up until they’re sawing over my lips.
Chapter 8
Franco
Standing in front of the security monitor for Miss Blakely's room, I watch as she takes a seat in the armchair.
Mr. Forester’s sitting on the bed, and even though I can’t hear what they’re saying, the conversation looks stilted.
My eyes latch onto Miss Blakely’s face, and it’s clear as daylight she’s not comfortable at all.
When she wraps her arms around her waist in a protective move, I order, “Put on the sound. I want to hear what they’re saying.”
“Yes, sir,” one of the men replies.
I step closer as he turns on the sound, and it’s in time to hear Mr. Forester say, ‘Are you always this quiet?’
The man makes himself comfortable on the bed as Miss Blakely answers, ‘Yes.’
Christ, she looks like she’s about to have a nervous breakdown. Where’s the feisty woman I’ve gotten to know over the past three weeks?
‘So…uhm…what do you like to do in your spare time?’ she asks.
‘When I’m not at work, I’m here.’
Minutes pass before Mr. Forester pats the covers and says, ‘Come lie down next to me. I promise I won’t bite.’ Chuckling, he adds, ‘Unless you ask me to.’
My eyes narrow on the man, and my body tenses when Miss Blakely adamantly shakes her head. ‘No. I’m good here.’
Seeing how uncomfortable she is, causes a weird protective feeling to trickle into my chest.
From what I’ve seen tonight, I have a feeling something bad happened to Miss Blakely.
The thought has my eyes narrowing on the monitor.
It explains what happened earlier at my house. When Miss Blakely came barreling out of the living room and ran into me, it looked like she’d seen a ghost.
She has a problem being alone with men.
She didn’t give me that impression at the office, though, which tells me how good she is at pretending.
Mr. Forester sighs, making it clear he’s bored, then mutters, ‘Let’s spice things up.’