Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30233 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30233 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
“How about something to eat? I can have the chef prepare anything you like, or you can see some of our signature dishes on the menu.” She dips in front of me to present me my drink, and I wonder how long she can hold this position.
If she were turned a little more, she could dip right onto my lap and I could rub against her ass. Maybe that short skirt would ride up just a little and I could feel the heat of what she’s hiding from me.
“What’s good?” I say as I take the glass and bring it to my lips.
She straightens and then puts a hand on her hip, which only draws my eyes to it. “I personally love the truffle macaroni and cheese and home fries, but it’s usually late when I’m eating and I always go for the junk food.”
“I'll take those. Anything else you recommend?” I lick the edge of my glass, and I don’t miss how she watches me and then quickly looks away.
“The steak is good too.” Her voice is softer this time, but after a second she clears her throat. “Anything on the menu is wonderful. You’ll be satisfied with whatever you order.”
“Are you on the menu?”
I catch the edge of a smile tugging at her lips as she turns around and walks back to the bar. “Not tonight. I was told to be good.”
“Why?” Tension coils in my neck and I wonder what that little weasel Neil said to her.
“I was specifically told not to flirt.” She puts the little tray on the counter and makes a wide circle to the other side of the room where the phone is.
“Do you have a problem with flirting too much?” Now I’m picturing all the men she’s had in here. And what she’s done to them.
“Hmm.” She makes a noncommittal noise as she picks up the phone and dials a number.
I wait as I hear her order several things on the menu while watching me out of the corner of her eye. She laughs, and I’m jealous of the person on the phone with her. Does she always have to be so fucking nice?
“I hope you’re hungry,” she says after hanging up.
“I am.” I keep my eyes on her pussy when I say it.
“So what kind of party do you have in mind? Normally people will rent these out with several guests so they can either have a private dealer or celebrate something.” She crosses her arms, and all it does is truss her tits up higher. “You left your party in the poker room. Did you want to invite them in here with us?”
“No.”
“Okayyyy.” She draws out the word as her smile grows. “I can bring in some of the gogo dancers if you want entertainment.”
“No.”
“There might be a magician I can call to do some card tricks.”
I shake my head, and she sighs. “This is going to be a long night of you sulking on the couch if you don’t give me some idea of what you want.”
“You take a lot of liberties for someone who doesn’t know me.” I take another drink and watch her walk around the room touching the backs of the velvet chairs.
“Did you pay for this room just so you could get me alone?” I love the directness of her question, and I nod. “Then I want to make sure it’s worth my time.”
“How much would you have made out there tonight?” I raise my chin in challenge.
“Three thousand dollars.” She pops off with the number so fast I think she surprises herself.
“Okay.” I take out my wallet and place a black card on the table. “Swipe that for whatever you want.”
She steps closer and eyes the card and then me. “Right now?”
“If you are here to work, then let’s make this a transaction. I want your undivided attention without the thought of how much you’re missing out on.” I push the card toward her. “Go tell your boss how much you want and then come back to me.”
Her eyes widen, and I have the overwhelming desire to grab her and pull her to me, but I don’t move a muscle.
“Rogue,” she whispers, and I get harder at the sound of my name on her lips.
“Ember.” I call her by her real name so she can’t mistake my meaning. “Your ass is mine tonight. No matter the price.”
She opens her mouth and then closes it again as she looks up and then back at me. She leans close and drops her voice. “There are cameras in here. I can’t…do anything.”
I feel a smile tug at the corner of my lips. “You’ll do whatever the fuck I like.”
She swallows hard, and her fingers twitch at her side.
“Now go be a good girl and get paid. Then come back in here and give me my money’s worth.”