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“So why not open kink friendly businesses and run them yourselves?”
He raises an eyebrow. “Such as?”
“Off the top of my head? I’m thinking of a boudoir studio, a day spa, maybe a salon so women can get their hair done before a night at the club. You could even open a cigar bar. Or a high-end adult toy shop. Surely you have entrepreneurs among your membership who would be willing to start small businesses. Then you’re keeping everything in-house and bringing in more legitimate money for the club.”
He looks at me with a sense of pride, as if he’s impressed by my ideas. “I like it, Zara. It’s brilliant and I could kiss you.”
My face heats, and I lift my shoulder in a little shrug. “I wouldn’t mind being kissed again.”
He leans in, his beard tickling my chin, as he gets closer, and he cups my face, staring at me with his fierce gray eyes.
“Are you sure, Flower?”
My head nods almost involuntarily, and he waits another second before he leans in closer. When his lips touch mine, I lose myself instantly. His lips are soft and gentle, but his tongue is insistent, seeking entrance into my mouth. I open up to him, and his tongue swirls around mine. He tastes of expensive whiskey. I feel his hand on the back of my head, pulling me closer, and I moan into his mouth.
I’m almost disappointed when he pulls away, but he traces a line across my jaw with his thumb and winks at me. “I’ll talk with the other owners about your idea. They better not try to kiss you when they realize how brilliant it is, though, or I’ll have to shoot them.”
I smirk and stifle a giggle, going back to my drink so I don’t embarrass myself further by climbing into his lap and begging him to fuck me.
I spot Skylar a few minutes later, and lift my arm to wave at her, but Luke grabs my hand to stop me. “Speak to her later. I don’t want to ruin the girl’s night with my presence just yet. She’s on vacation from the residency for a few weeks.”
I smile. “See. You care about each other. I’m sorry things aren’t right between you.”
He squeezes my hand. “It will work itself out.”
I watch as Matteo fists a hand into Skylar’s hair, and she melts to the ground while he takes a seat in a plush chair. During our outing, Skylar didn’t strike me as submissive. But she clearly has it bad for Matteo and enjoys being at his feet. There’s a relaxed, peaceful look about her I envy.
Luke clears his throat and I turn to see a Black man in a deep green suit leading a pretty girl in our direction.
“That’ll be Owen and Bellamy. You can call him Mr. Thorne.”
I smile, grateful for his respect for my simple boundary. I have my reasons for disliking most honorifics, but you’ll never hear me call a man Sir no matter how much they pay me.
“If you think you can behave respectfully you can say hello, love,” Owen murmurs to Bellamy as they approach. I catch an English accent in his voice, and I’m very curious about how Mr. Thorne ended up in Las Vegas. I know the London Thorne family in a manner of speaking. Elliot Thorne is a repeat customer of mine. I wonder if Owen is a cousin or a sibling. Family is not something Elliot and I discuss.
Owen frowns when he sees me. “I know you.”
My heart thuds in my chest, but I shake my head and hope I don’t appear too nervous. “I don’t think so, Mr. Thorne.”
“You’ve attended two galas with my older brother, Elliot.”
I smile. “Perhaps you do know me then. I try not to out my clients. I’m sure you understand.”
Owen smirks. “I had no idea he was paying you to be by his side. I thought he’d found someone who liked him enough to put up with his bullshit. Well done, Ms. Blaire. May I introduce you to Bellamy. She’s the club’s manager and submissive.”
“I got the impression she was yours.”
Owen frowns. “You might want to keep your impressions to yourself.”
“I apologize. It wasn’t meant to be offensive.”
Bellamy smiles and extends her hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Zara. My role here is complicated.”
I like Bellamy right away. My gut tells me she has something going on with Owen and though she’s retouched her makeup recently, I detect traces of recent tears in her eyes. Complicated doesn’t even begin to describe their arrangement.
“Zara has an interesting idea to solve our chamber of commerce problem,” Luke says, trying to veer the conversation back to something safe.
“Does she? Let’s hear it.”
