Page 4 of Silk and Sirens

“How so?” I asked, following her out to the main floor until she pointed out a man, barely old enough to drive, wearing a thousand-pound suit. He caught my eye from across the room, his brows pulled together with annoyance.

“Only wants you and not taking no as an answer.” Steph cocked her hip, lips pursing with so much attitude for someone so small. “He’s giving me the ick.”

“I’ll deal with it,” I said, hoping my smile was reassuring. “Have Fin ready just in case.”

Steph rolled her eyes. “You fired Finley, remember?”

Shit, so I did. He was caught snorting something he shouldn’t have off a member’s erect penis. I didn’t create one of the most exclusive and elite adult clubs on the Isles to allow such open drug use.

“I think Ren’s out back.”

I nodded, moving forward before the Suit’s tension could spread any further. His impatience was clearly bleeding into the room, souring the mood of everyone unfortunate enough to sit near him. It wasn’t like I could simply allow him to corrupt my floor, not when people paid my extortionate fees just to be in the company of some of the most beautiful people in the world.

“How can I help you?” I asked when I approached, the Suit taking his time to sweep his lecherous gaze over my body. I hadn’t planned on being on the floor, so while I wore a tight fitted dress, it wasn’t as glamorous as I usually preferred.

“Sit,” he demanded in a barely adult voice, gesturing to the seat beside him instead of the one across the table.

I smiled, lips tight, and obeyed.

“I want to buy you for the night.”

“I’m not for sale.”

A slight pause, his brows pulling together tightly. “What do you mean you’re not for sale? Everyone here is for sale.”

I reached over and toyed with his tie, a deep blue, embroidered with a brand that screamed new money.

“What’s your name?” I asked, working the knot at his throat loose.

He swallowed against my fingers, tipping his head back just enough to help. “Scott.”

“Hi, Scott. I’m Aeris.” I gave the tie a sharp tug, pulling him forward an inch. “When a girl tells you no, you should listen. I can’t be bought, and even if I could, you couldn’t afford me.” I slid the silk free from beneath his collar and laid it on the table beside his beer.

His face flushed a becoming shade of red, but he didn’t pull away. “Of course I can,” he said. “This is a sex club.”

“We don’t sell sex,” I said evenly. “We sell intimacy. Experience. My Sirens will guide your deepest desires in a safe, consented environment.”

“What if I don’t want consent?”

I cocked my head, leaning forward. “Do tell.”

Scott licked his bottom lip, pupils dilating. “What if I want them not to want it?”

I nodded like I understood. “CNC is popular, and under the right⁠—”

“No.” His eyes darted around the room, widening when Rocky appeared with a silver tray holding a single shot. He met my gaze, locking for just a moment as I gently nodded my head and returned my attention to Scott.

“It’s on the house,” I explained, and he grabbed the shot and downed it in one. “Now, where were we?”

Scott waited until we were alone once more before his voice dropped to a near whisper. “I want to rape someone.”

My smile didn’t waiver as I pressed the small knife Rocky had slipped me against Scott’s dick beneath the table. He froze, face quickly contorting with rage.

“Then I suggest you leave very quickly.”

His nostrils flared, eyes darting to the side. “Do you know who I am?” he growled, sitting perfectly still while I held his most prized possession at knife point.

“No, but do you know who I am?” I leaned forward, his sharp inhale letting me know I’d likely sliced skin. “I’m the woman that can destroy you if you so much as look at one of my girls the wrong way.”