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“Back to the cage.”
Weirdly, I’m relieved to lock myself inside. Once there’s solid metal bars between me and my demons, it eases my panic slightly. I feel Don’s watchful gaze on me the entire time.
It takes less than ten minutes for Wint to stride into the room, cross over to Royce and whisper something in his ear.
“Excuse us gentleman,” Wint says, waiting for Royce to get to his feet and then escorting him from the room. When the door clicks, I breathe.
That’s it.
So anticlimactic.
Yet as my limbs begin to tremble with relief, I realise that it was cathartic. Telling someone my secret. Letting it out after all those years. Being believed.
I could cry, but I won’t. I’m beyond grateful to Wint and the others for keeping me on, when they could easily have fired me for the trouble I’ve caused tonight, not to mention the work I’ve created for their investigation teams. They’ve been kind enoughto let me keep this temporary position, so I’m going to keep it together and do the best damn job that I can.
DASH
“On your knees,” Edmondson commands arrogantly.
Candy does a double take, then sinks to her knees as elegantly as she can in heels and a short dress. Most of our other staff could manage this without a hitch, but Candy’s different. She isn’t like the other girls that work here. Untrained and – from what the others have said – seemingly an outsider in this world. Which is why her easy obedience to Edmondson’s command surprises me so much. She didn’t baulk. Many would. Especially when their only role here tonight is meant to be to serve drinks.
Wint and North say that guy’s alright, but he can be a bit of a dick. Especially because he knows we need him if we want to open another branch of the club, and he’s making the most of the opportunity by being an entitled prick. Making us jump through hoops to keep him sweet. Capitalising on our need for him.
I’ve been trying not to stare at Candy too much, not wanting to give away that we know each other. It’s hard though. Especially when she abruptly left the room, clearly rattled. The urge to go after her was almost overwhelming, but I had to trust that Don was on it and would send one of the others to check she was alright.
She was gone a while, and visibly shaken when she returned, but she seemed to relax once Wint came in and removed one of the players from the room. I wonder if that’s what spooked her. Maybe she knew him and seeing a familiar face perhaps alarmed her.
I hate being out of the loop at the best of times, but even more so with Candy.
Since the moment I stumbled upon her in the changing rooms, I’ve been captivated. Learning a bit about her from Wint only deepened my intrigue. I want to get to know her better, and I hope that regardless of the desperate reasons that brought her to our door, she’ll stay and learn a thing or two while she’s here. Maybe even enjoy it and come back for more.
I probably shouldn’t get involved though. The others are clearly captivated, and I have enough on my plate to be worrying about without pulling her into my mess.
Still, as I watch her, I want to know her better.
Candy serves Edmondson from her knees and then looks helplessly at me. I shake my head, signalling that I don’t need a refill. I prefer to keep a clear head. She nods and moves on to the others, crawling awkwardly towards them with the bottle in her hand. I’m embarrassedforher. Edmondson watches her ass the entire time and I have to forcibly relax my jaw to keep my composure and to not blow my cover.
When she’s finished pouring drinks for everyone, I snap my fingers, feeling like a jerk, and gesture for her to come and settle next to me. She does, sinking back onto her heels, gaze lowered. Maybe she does have a little training after all. I hope she doesn’t think I’m a dick, but I thought she might be more comfortable closer to me than strangers.
As we continue to play, my eyes keep drifting to her golden crown of curls, until I’m unable to resist any longer. Casually, I lean over and run my hand through them, expecting resistanceor stiffness from styling products. But her locks are surprisingly butter soft and silky, flowing through my fingers like warm water in a rock pool on a summer’s day.
Candy leans into my touch and lets out a soft sigh, and I find myself rearranging my cards so that I can play one-handed, all while maintaining contact with her.
I might be overstepping boundaries, but her response, her relaxation under my touch, suggests she’s okay with this. There are a few signals as my fingers continue to trace through Candy’s curls. Her subtle sighs and the way she leans into my touch tell me she’s not entirely averse to this somewhat intimate connection. It’s a risky game, but the allure of exploring this further is irresistible.
The game continues, but it’s getting less than half my attention. Shifting in my seat, I put my cards face down on the table and use both hands to haul Candy up into my lap. She lets out a tiny squeak of surprise but doesn’t protest and settles with her thighs on either side of mine quite comfortably.
“Thought she was just here to serve drinks,” Edmondson complains.
“She is,” I reply, shooting a quick wink at Candy. “Watch.”
I reach for the glass of whiskey, my fingers grazing hers. With a playful smirk, I hand her the glass, and nod. Understanding, she holds it up to my lips. The amber liquid flows smoothly into my mouth, and I savour the taste, all the while keeping my eyes locked onto hers.
But, in the midst of our daring escapade, the glass slips from her hand, and a splash of whiskey splatters onto my chest. I look down at the glistening droplets, then up at Candy, a mischievous gleam in my eye.
Without hesitation, she leans forward and runs her tongue over my chest, her warm, wet mouth tasting the spilled whiskey.A shiver of pleasure courses through me as I watch her, completely entranced by her boldness.
I lean in slightly closer, our faces now just inches apart. My eyes search hers for any sign of hesitation or discomfort. Yet, what I find is a hint of curiosity, a spark that mirrors my own desires.
