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“I’d like to watch you, bella. I bet you’d look beautiful letting go. Giving in to that burning desire to be touched… tasted,” I ran my fingers up her arm and she physically shuddered, causing my smile to widen. “Would you like that?”
“Yes,” she mumbled, sounding completely breathless. I dropped my hand as I stepped back from her, causing her to turn around and gawk at me in confusion.
“I want to see more,” I demanded and she gulped, forcing herself to regain her professionalism. Following her into another room that was designed with an Arabian theme in mind, she glanced around at the large four-poster bed, colourful rugs and pillows scattered on the floor and an array of toys lined up in the wooden cabinet at the side of the room. Incense burned and candles flickered creating a romantic and relaxing ambience.
“This is one of the private rooms,” she announced and then attempted to open the door again and walk out. I strolled over to the cabinet of toys and smirked. Time to test her knowledge.
“What is this used for?” I picked up a uniquely shaped anal plug vibrator and her eyes widened as she studied it.
“It gives a woman pleasure,” she said quickly.
“Where?” I questioned. She couldn’t see that I had raised my eyebrow behind the panther mask I had been given. Her cheeks flamed.
“Um, anywhere you would like to put it,” she stuttered, clearly embarrassed.
“Both men and women can enjoy this. It’s an anal plug,” I replied and her brown eyes narrowed with annoyance.
“If you knew that already, why did you ask?”
I loved a woman with spirit. They were so much more fun to fuck. I cursed myself as thoughts of breaking my own rule and fucking her hard on the bed next to us sprang to mind. These thoughts were not productive. This was my business and she could become a problem.
“Because you are supposed to know that too. But you didn’t, did you?”
“I did,” she snapped. “I just wasn’t sure if that would be something you were into.”
I chuckled. “Nice try, bella. I don’t think this place is the right career path for you.”
She folded her arms across her chest and swayed on one hip. There was that feisty spirit she was trying so hard to bury. “And who are you to judge me?”
“Just stating the obvious. It’s nothing personal, just some women think they can handle this but when it comes to the real thing, it’s not for them.”
“Oh, I can handle it,” she snapped. “In fact, I have to go. I am requested in a viewing room with another employee.”
I placed the toy back on the shelf and turned to study her as her brilliant, dark gaze burned into mine with determination. Ignoring the strange feeling that her words triggered in my stomach, I stepped closer to her, causing her to crane her neck to hold my glare. She didn’t step back like most would. Most women were afraid to look me dead in the eye; afraid of what they might see. The devil behind the man in the suit. But not her. She was an enigma. Soft and innocent yet fierce and bold. A rare combination.
“Is that so?” I reached over her shoulder and picked up the iPad out of the case on the wall where clients could browse all their options and pre-order their fantasies. “What’s your name?”
She shuffled a little on her feet as she looked down at the tablet in my hands. “Flora, why?”
Ignoring her question, I pulled up the schedule on viewing rooms and saw she wasn’t lying. She was supposed to be putting on a show with another worker for a single-viewing client. I erased the name and wrote ‘Panther’ instead and changed the room to the one we were in. Placing the iPad back on the wall, I grinned down at her confused expression.
“Okay. Let’s see what you’ve got, Flora.”
She continued to stare at me as I took my position on the sofa, my long, muscular legs spread wide as I rested my arms along the back of the chair.
“What are you doing?”
“Making myself comfortable. I’m your client.”
“What?” she shouted, completely baffled. Fucking hell, this girl needed to go back through her training.
Suddenly, the door opened and in walked a muscular man, only a little smaller than me in size with thick, black hair and green eyes. Like all the workers in this place, he was attractive and from the look Flora and him shared, they knew each other pretty well. That unwelcome feeling that I dared not name, fizzled in my gut again and I dug my fingers into the fabric of the sofa.
“Ciao, my name is Rico,” he smiled brightly at me. “Signor ordered a single-viewing experience?”
“I did. Do you both consent?”
A look passed between them that made me uncomfortable. He liked her. It was a look that showed he was waiting for her to agree but there was no pressure. She slowly nodded her head.
