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She hangs on my every word.
“I think you’re a little girl who’s somehow gotten herself into some trouble and you heard whispers of this place and how we protect our own. You want a job here to be able to hide out, as a way to protect yourself.”
The color drains from her face as I speak. She looks away.
I’m dead right.
I slide a few fingers under her chin. Her skin is smooth, cool to the touch. Her eyes brighten with heat as I tilt her gaze up to meet mine.
“Answer me,” I demand. “Is that why you’re here?”
She shakes her head again, preparing to tell another lie. “No. I… um… I…” Her face falls, her lips trembling as her eyes fill with tears. “Yes. Okay? I’m in trouble. And I have a job, but I… the boss and I don’t see eye to eye on things.”
I let my hand drop as I stare at her, debating whether to kick her out or ask her further questions. Right now, my gut is telling me to show this curvy brunette the door. Send this gorgeous damsel in distress on her way. To not get further involved.
But my cock is stirring as she sinks pearly white teeth into that full bottom lip of hers. And he says…
Game on.
I stare at the girl before me, wondering how the hell she got tied up in whatever mess she’s in. The naivety radiates from her. She doesn’t belong in a place like Fire. It’ll be fun to play with her a bit as I find out exactly what she’s doing here.
I grab a polished apple from a bowl of fruit on the bar, its skin smooth and cool in my hand. “Walk with me.”
“Alright.” She trips to keep up with my long strides as we make our way deeper into the mansion.
Her gaze wanders as we go along. The long halls are wallpapered in a red brocade, gold and silver patterns rising from the silk. Persian wool rugs, their patterns of deep reds and blues and yellows, protect the gleaming wood floors. Black-and-white photographs of sexy models line the walls, not a speck of dust on their shiny black frames.
“You think you could work here?” I ask. “What do you want to do?”
“Um, I, ah…”
I glance down at her curves. Gorgeous body under that hoodie. “Dancer?”
“Huh?” She’s distracted. Her gaze takes in the photos, flawless photography that captured an evening of magic, bodies contorted in acts of pleasure. “Say again?”
“I asked if you are a dancer. We have two troupes. The Beautiful Men,Hombre Hermoso,and The Beautiful Women,Mujer Hermosa. They greet our guests, dancing on my balconies. Naked. Is that why you came?”
“No.” She shakes her head, color rising in her cheeks after I said the word naked. “Um. I can’t dance but—”
“What job are you here to apply for, then?” I shove open the heavy gloss black door to one of my offices. I hold it open for her, gesturing for her to enter. It’s too fun to play with her. I continue my lewd business talk. “To be one of my Clamp Tramps?”
She snakes a glance up at me as she dips past me into the room. “I’m sorry. A… what?”
“It’s a nickname we have for a beautiful woman who dresses in fishnet tights and a leotard and places clamps on a client’s nipples while they’re strapped down.”
She stands in the center of the wood and leather room, looking around. “Oh, um, I don’t have that kind of… experience, but I could learn.”
“Looks to me like you don’t have any experience at all.” I love watching the rosy hue on her cheeks deepen. “Is that what you’ve come here to sell?”
Her gaze snaps up to meet mine. “Sell what?”
“Your virginity.” I toss the apple from my right hand to my left.
She shoves her hands in the pockets of her sweatshirt, shifting her weight from one sneaker to the other. “Who said I’m a virgin?”
“Your face.”
“What do you mean?”
