Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 58808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
“Our contract is for one year,” Grayson states, ignoring the server.
I pick out the sauciest fry with my fingers, glancing back up at him and nod as I take my first bite.
“After that, I’m off to Europe. Somewhere where it’s safe and nice,” I tell him after I’ve swallowed the deliciousness and licked my fingers clean.
“You plan to take all your bags with you?” he asks, and I can tell by the tone of his voice he’s being a smartass. But I simply smile.
“Of course. And what I don’t take, I’ll rent a storage unit for.” I reach for his apple juice, next to his cigarettes and take a sip before sliding it back toward him.
Grayson flicks his gaze at it, then back to me. “You can have it,” he says. I shrug and take it back.
“So, you fuck strangers?” he asks.
When I don’t answer right away, savoring another delicious bite of my food, he presses, “And enjoy it?”
“I bet you fuck strangers. At least one of us is getting paid to do it.” I wink at him. “But no, I play with strangers. At the beginning, I used to fuck. Now I play.” I correct his assumption. “So don’t expect me to fuck unless I want to.”
“Have you heard of my establishment?” Grayson asks.
“Yes,” I tell him, then add, “vaguely.”
“It’s different from Jake’s. Jake’s is about all about how he runs it and color coding. That’s not how I work, though the color thing has stuck so don’t get that confused, our colors indicate something different,” he starts, and I pause. “We have rooms for fantasies. For instance, for those who enjoy indulging in a school fantasy, we have a classroom fit with a long ruler for spanking.” He smirks. “The women who work for me wear colored hair ribbons, and each ribbon tells you which area we assign her to. Blue is the water room decked out with a spa and tools for water play. Black is our dungeon room, and red is our blood room.”
“Blood room?” I ask, surprised. “No fucking man is cutting me,” I state, barely suppressing a grimace.
“It’s for him to be cut, not you. We have a nurse who teaches a safe technique and is on hand when that room is hired.”
“So, they’re paying for a nurse too?”
“Of course they are. We’re all about safety. And we want to remain that way.”
“Who usually rents that room? Do you have regulars?” I ask.
“We do, and they pay a lot more than you can imagine.” Grayson pauses, seeming to assess my reaction to his news. I try to remain impassive this time. I take another sip of his drink and wait for him to continue. “The room is booked in advance. Our nurse works once a week, and we have to have special cleaners for the room to ensure hygiene standards are maintained.”
“That’s disgusting.” I shiver at the thought.
“It’s a kink, and you shouldn’t shame a kink, Avani,” he scolds and sits back, crossing his arms.
“I’m not shaming, just giving my opinion. There’s a difference.” I smile, leaning back to mirror him.
“So, the girls who wear red ribbons do the cutting,” I verify.
“Precisely.” Grayson nods. “Those who wear pink are in charge. That will be you.”
“This should be interesting,” I say, smiling.
“If you say so.”
Chapter 2
She may be a whore.
Grayson
Irritating.
That’s the first word that pops into my head when I think of Avani.
Annoying is another word.
She has been with me for two weeks and is already the most aggravating person I know. I’m not sure how that is possible because I know some incredibly aggravating assholes.
She was meant to be at work two hours ago—two fucking hours—I guess my brother forgot to mention she is always fucking late.
I have a thing for punctuality.
I am never late.
Yet she has a knack for it I have never experienced before, and it’s pissing me off. To. No. End.
I don’t make a habit of killing women. But for her, I might make a damn exception. She’s lucky she’s good at her job, otherwise, I would fire her ass.
I bang on her door, but she doesn’t answer, so I try calling her again.
Still no fucking answer.
“Hello?” I spin around to see a cute little brunette standing in the doorway. She has a towel wrapped around her body as she looks up at me. “Can I help you””
Fuck! Is this even her apartment, or is she lying about that too?
Little fucking brat.
“I was looking for Avani,” I say. She glances over her shoulder before looking back at me with her nose scrunched up.
“She left a while ago. Don’t know where. Don’t care.” She shrugs.
So she does live here. Interesting.
“You are her…” I trail off.
“I’m her roommate.” Her eyes rake over me. “You are?”
“Her boss.”
Straightening her back, she smiles. “I figured she was lying when she said she had a job.”