Then I heard it—
Laughter.
It was the pitch of it that made my ears perk up. High and light like whatever the joke was couldn't be contained with just a chuckle. That was odd only because there wasn't a lot of laughter in these walls.
Of course, there was happiness—pleasure always brought that. But the tone in Madam's tended to be mysterious. Hushed voices type of vibe. So to hearrealass laughter kinda threw me off. Before I could think too much of it, Monroe glided in in allred. The contrast against her ebony skin was ridiculously sexy. I swiveled on the bar stool to face her as she approached.
"Hi, Daddy," she purred pressing her glossy, red lips to my cheek. "It's so good to see you again," she smiled sexily.
I placed my hand lightly on her hip. "It's good to be seen, love. Did I interrupt?"
"No, I was free. Just sitting all by lonesome, thinking of you," her voice dipped. "Playing with my pussy."
My grip on her hip tightened as I stared at her pretty mouth that I couldn’t wait to see wrapped around my dick. "Let's take care of that right now then." I placed my half-finished drink on the bar and stood.
Monroe grabbed my hand and led me out. As we made our way to her room, I heard that laugh again. My head turned towards the sound as we walked past the parlor. I peered in and saw this sexy vison in satin purple, her golden-brown legs crossed. She smiled as she leaned forward, touching the knee of a pretty, brown-skinned chick with blond hair.
Then…she turned her head, and our eyes met. I stopped in my tracks feeling trapped by her gaze. Monroe looked over at me. Her eyes followed mine and I saw them narrow. She pulled me forward forcing me to shake off the daze lil' mama had me in.
"Who is that?" I gestured towards the parlor. "Lil' mama in the purple?"
Monroe's nostrils flared. "Why does it matter, Daddy? I'm all the woman you need," she replied tightly.
"That ain't what I asked you."
She huffed and rolled her eyes. "New girl—Gianna."
"Gianna," I repeated weighing the name on my tongue. "How long she been here?"
"Few weeks," she mumbled. "She's kind of a bitch though so you wouldn’t like her very much."
Monroe has never liked sharing me since I've been a member. Her claws came out if she even saw another woman looking at me. I let her have it only 'cause I wasn’t interested in anyone else anyway. But her jealousy was cute.
I patted her ass, smirking. "You jealous, Monroe? Bad as you are?"
She opened the door to the room, looking back at me with playful smile. "Jealous?Me? Of course not. You know that there's no one here who can take care of you like me."
I closed the door behind me. Immediately, Monroe pushed me gently against it. "I think you need a refresher on why that is," she whispered dragging her nails down my chest as she eased down to her knees.
Moments later, those soft lips were wrapped around my dick as she swallowed me whole. My head dropped back against the door as I fisted her hair. She was right about one thing—no one could take care of me like her.
And that's why I kept coming back.
Chapter5
Dinner service at my restaurantSimmer & Soulwas always a production. The kitchen was alive, but not chaotic. I hired my staff meticulously and because of that, my kitchen ran like a well-oiled machine.
I was known for my warm leadership. Fair but firm. I couldn't do this without them. I moved through the kitchen with ease.
“Table eight needs a refire on the lamb,” one of my line cooks said to one of my newbies.
I glanced at the plate, then at the young cook next to him. “What happened?”
“Underdone,” the young cook admitted. “My temp was off. Sorry, Chef.”
I nodded. “It’s alright. Breathe. Restart your process. You got this.” I stepped in to watch him. He seasoned the meat with my signature blend and laid the lamb down on a fresh skillet. Within seconds the sizzle filled the room again. “Three-minute mark, check the sear," I reminded him.
He nodded. “Yes, Chef.”
