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Instead, I feel him shift behind me and then something soft touches my inner thigh. My eyes fly open.
“Then you have this classic,” he says, brushing black feathers across my skin. “Light, soft, and subtle.”
“Hmm,” I murmur, trying to sound unaffected.
He puts it down and grabs something else. I try to keep my breathing under control, but I can’t act like I’m unaffected. I’m in a sex club with the extremely attractive owner, whose very powerful body is behind me as he touches me with different items. Of course I’m turned on.
Vicente brings a leather paddle to my outer thigh, running it up and down slowly before giving me a quick smack that has me gasping.
“Is this inappropriate?” he whispers huskily in my ear as he brings the paddle between my legs, inching it closer to the apex of my thighs.
I don’t answer because I don’t want my reply to make him stop. I close my eyes and lean into him, waiting to see what he’ll do next. Because my thighs touch when I stand, I have to part my legs wider so the paddle can reach my pussy.
“I think you likeinappropriate,” he says, giving my pussy a slight smack.
I release a moan and want to beg for more, but he removes the paddle and puts it back on the table. “I have to go to my office now.” He spins me around so I can face him. “You will come with me.”
He stares into my eyes and I just nod.
“Good girl.”
When we leave the room he tells an employee to clean and replace the toys on the table, and then we’re in an elevator going down.
ChapterSeven
On the way to the first level, a dozen different scenarios play out in my head. What are his plans? What does he expect is going to happen in his office? What doIwant to happen? I hardly know the man, and everything I do know should keep me from wanting to start any sort of relationship with him—platonic or otherwise.
Even though the internet research I’ve done tells me he’s connected to a crime family, he’s only shown me his business side. His last arrest was years ago. People can change, right? Maybe they’re turning legit. Is that possible for people who grow up in a mafia lifestyle?
When we get to the first floor, I instantly notice how many more people have arrived, but out of the crowd, two men are walking straight toward us, making my spine stiffen. I look up at Vicente but he doesn’t look worried. When the men get closer, I recognize them.
“Boss, we need to talk,” one of them says, eyes flashing to me for a second.
“One second, Jian,” Vicente responds.
The other guy is the one with angry blue eyes. I remember his name being Tommy, and it looks like someone just pulled the pin on his grenade and he’s seconds from exploding.
Vicente leans into me. “Wait at the end of the hall. I’ll be there in a second.”
I dip my chin and walk away, sensing something serious is happening. This doesn’t feel like a legitimate business problem. This is a mafia issue.
I wait in the corner for about five minutes, stealing glances as they try to keep their conversation low, but I hear Vicente curse a few times, and mutter several things in Spanish. Tommy threatens someone while nearly bouncing in place, but Vicente quickly quiets him with a look.
After Vicente makes a call, he dismisses those two and heads in my direction.
“Everything okay?”
“Fine,” he answers, but I can tell he’s tense.
He pulls out a key and unlocks a door. Inside, there’s a service elevator that brings us to a basement level. His frustration is radiating off of him, and now our sexually charged moment from earlier is effectively dead. I don’t even know what’s going to happen now, but I feel like it’s time for me to leave.
“I think maybe I should head home.”
“Why? It’s still early.”
“You seem…”
He pins me with a look. “What?”
