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My gaze flitted about the narrow hallway, which led back to safety. “Riley, you know because I’ve told you a million times, I’m not looking for anything long-term or serious.”
“Roger that,” he noted. “What’s long-term or serious about dinner? Everyone eats.”
The warm, spicy smell of him filled the air, and my heart raced with a familiar anticipation. He was so close I could feel the heat radiating from his body. I wanted to run away but I also wanted to stay for just a little while longer. “Let me think about it, will you? My friend’s waiting.”
If I didn’t get away from him soon, I’d do something embarrassing like start humping his leg. I tossed him a bone so he’d let me go. “Why don’t you text me about it?”
He catalogued my assets with his eyes one more time and growled, “I will. Count on it. You better answer this time.”
“Can’t wait,” I offered sarcastically as a parting remark to prove myself immune to his charms.
“Nor can I. And I won’t,” he declared, turning away, picking up his order at the counter, and exiting through the front door of the cafe.
I didn’t feel a bit disappointed to see him go.
Not one bit.
Before I got to my table, my phone pinged with a text message from said hose dragger.
Can’t wait to take you out for a meal. I’m starving, baby. Let me taste that pretty kitty soon.
I shoved my phone in my purse as if it was a miniature suitcase full of designer drugs, and tried to act innocent when I slid into the booth across from Luna. “Now. Where were we?” I asked.
“I was trying to get your insight and guidance on the matter of working at a sex club. That’s the exclusive establishment of which Mr. Taylor spoke!” She whispered.
I could hardly hear the words, but I read her lips just fine.
I flung my shoulders back. “What gives? Why the hell do they need a children’s library in a sex club? Sounds sketch.”
“I too was wary at first until Mr. Rupert, owner of the club, explained they designed the library for his Ddlg clients. That stands for Daddy dom/little girl. A Daddy dom relationship, he said, is one where a man holds dominance and his partner takes on the role of a submissive ‘little’. He explained that ‘daddy dom’ relationships can take many forms; not all submissives emulate a youthful girl. But the library held books for those little ones who do.”
I considered what all this meant before saying, “Listen, there’s no dilemma here. If the club is as exclusive as you say, there have to be rules and guidelines for clients to ensure customer and employee safety. At any rate, it doesn’t hurt a bit for you to go check it out. It’s not as though you’re signing your name on the dotted line. He’ll understand your need to interview them as much as they plan to evaluate you as a good fit.”
She pulled a slow smile. “You’re so practical in matters such as this, more so than I.”
I shrugged and remarked offhandedly, “Maybe it’s because I’m so worldly compared to you. You’ve still got your head in the 1800s. They didn’t have mutual consent back then, did they?”
“I suppose you’re right,” she said nodding as she dipped her beak to the cup of Earl Grey tea, her expression reminding me of a tiny, feathered fluff ball again.
I continued to reassure her since she was so often prone to concern. “Don’t worry. There’s no bad news here. You already have your dream job. If it turns out this is a good fit for you, it’s a win-win situation.”
I took a swallow of water and Ava came to our table with a plate of complimentary lavender-flavored macaroons, my favorite. She waved the plate under my nose, teasing me before handing it over.
With that, the urge to puke came on strong.
I ran to the bathroom and violently purged the contents of my stomach into the toilet.
CHAPTER3
FAITH
The initial puke into the toilet was kind of scary.
It came on so suddenly, I thought I might hurl on the tiles before reaching the latrine.
Since then, I’d passed seven straight mornings of barfing my guts out.
Then arrived the afternoon, settling my stomach with crackers before eating like a horse.
