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Letting my eyes trail over her, I say, “That can be arranged if you’d like.” She smiles, but it vanishes soon enough when I motion to my floor manager to come over. “Stella, this young woman would like to make use of one of our stages. Can you please assist her in choosing a partner?”
“I didn’t mean—” Gianna glances between Stella and me. “I meant you. I want to go up there with you.”
Taking a drink of my whiskey, I slowly shake my head. “Tempting as it might be, I don’t fuck my customers. It’s bad for business. You understand.”
“If you’ll come with me, I can take you to the Red Lounge where you may choose a partner,” Stella offers her.
Gianna narrows her gaze on me, then the edges of her artificially plumped lips pull up. Not surprisingly, she accepts. A woman like that thirsts for being the center of attention in all things, including sex.
Stella escorts her out of sight, to the room where she’ll be able to mingle with the cast willing to play with customers. We didn’t always have that room, but there was a demand for it and we aim to please.
That’s the thing about catering to the rich, the powerful and the very dirty. They don’t always want to just watch. Sometimes, they want to participate in the sinful acts that take place on the three stages here at the very secret Club Voyeur, located on the fifth floor.
Gianna Hunting is not the first and won’t be the last.
Whether or not she ends up acting out her fantasy won’t matter to me. I don’t notice anymore.
There are certain benefits that come with being the owner of several exclusive hotels and casinos, including my crown jewel, The Red. There are even more with being king of this underworld empire hidden in the belly of the beast.
I live in the lap of luxury with every service at my fingertips—cooks, tailors, valets. Sex and drugs.
There are also drawbacks—risks, enemies. Boredom.
Fuck, I’m so bored.
“Brad,” I call to the server dressed in a formal black suit. When he comes over, I say, “I’m leaving.”
His eyes wide because it’s only ten at night and I never leave before two in the morning, he says, “But your steak should be ready in a few minutes.”
I lift my hand to stop him. “Have Armand send it up to my place. I’m not feeling it tonight.”
“Of course, sir.”
After downing my drink, I set it on the table along with a hundred-dollar bill. As I head toward my private elevator, I pass the door that leads to the Red Lounge. Inside, I view Gianna sitting on Rob’s lap, her arms around his neck. He’ll take care of her. She’ll give him a huge tip. Everyone will go home happy.
Kurt, the security guard at my elevator, nods and presses the button that will take me to the penthouse.
“Calling it an early night, sir?” he asks.
“I’ve got work to catch up on,” I lie. The truth is, I’ll probably just waste away the hours watching the city from my high perch, wondering if there’s something I’m missing. Sensing it.
As we ascend, my cell phone buzzes. An alert to movement in my home. I frown because no one should be there at this hour. If a visitor had come, security would have alerted me.
“Have you received any notifications from the team about visitors?” I ask Kurt.
“No, sir.” He tugs his phone and glances at his screen.
As he’s saying that, I select the app that gives me access to the camera system inside the penthouse, something only I can do. That’s when I spot the shadow moving across the foyer, then plastering itself against a wall. For a moment, I’m not sure if I actually saw it or if it was a figment of my imagination. That is, until it moves again.
“There’s someone in my place.” I show him the footage.
“I’ll alert the guys.”
“Wait,” I say when I notice that the shadow has feminine curves and a long ponytail. “It’s a woman.”
Kurt squints at the screen. “Yes, it appears so.”
The girl crosses a patch of light cast by the moon through the window, and my breath hitches in my throat as she turns her face just enough that her lovely features come into view. Features I’d know anywhere because I’ve committed them to memory.
