Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
"You didn't not say it."
"Jesus Christ. You're her boss. I'm not having this discussion with you. If she wants you all up in her business, she can have it with you at work on Monday. But until then, fuck off, Micah. Respectfully. I'm not kicking her out because you don't want her knowing your business."
"That's not what I said," he protests, scrubbing a hand through his salt and pepper hair. Apparently, his job is more stressful than mine because he's only a year or two older than I am, and already going gray. "Jesus fucking Christ. I don't care if she knows I'm here. It's not like it's a big goddamn secret. Half the fucking town knows I come here. I said she doesn't belong here."
"Yeah, well, you don't get to decide that. She does."
He opens his mouth to say something and then snaps it closed, cocking his head to the side. "Holy shit," he mutters, his eyes wide. "Holy shit."
"Holy shit what?" I see her moving out of the corner of my eye and whip my head in her direction.
She freezes midstep, halfway between where I left her and the tables on the opposite side of the room. She gives me a sheepish smile and shrugs, not at all sorry she got caught breaking my rules.
I shake my head, trying like hell not to laugh. It'll only encourage her. That's the last thing she needs. What she needs is discipline. She's itching for someone to teach her that there are consequences to her actions. Maybe that'll settle her little ass down.
Or maybe it'll only encourage her more.
I'm fucking dying to find out.
"Are we done here?" I ask Micah. "I've got more important shit to do than listen to you bitch about things that aren't your business."
"We're done," he says, shaking his head like he's washing his hands of the situation. "Just take care of her, will you? I feel responsible for her, and I'm going to be mad as hell if I have to break your jaw and my fucking hand."
"Plan on it," I say, already striding back to her side. "Let's go, Dilemma."
"We're leaving already?" She glances at me and then at Micah and then back at me. "Well, okay, then. Um, bye, Micah. See you Monday."
"See you Monday," he says with a wave.
I lead her toward the exit on the far side of the room.
"That wasn't awkward at all," she says with a little laugh.
I pull her out into the hall, not speaking. As soon as the door closes behind us, I've got her up against the wall, blocking her in. "You broke my rules, Gemma."
"He spoke to me first," she protests. "I couldn't just ignore him! He's my freaking boss, Bronx."
"That's not what I'm talking about, and you know it." I pull her arm up over her head, groaning at the way her breasts rise in her tiny dress. Is she wearing a bra? Christ. She isn't, is she? One little tug and I could have her nipple in my mouth right here and now. "Where did you think you were going in there, hmm?"
"I wanted to see something."
I nuzzle my face into her throat, unable to help myself. I need a taste of her. Preferably before I lose my mind and fuck her over the nearest flat surface. No one would even bat an eye in here. If anything, they'd gather around and watch, loving every fucking second of the show.
"What?" I growl, dragging my teeth down the tendon in her neck.
"R-ropes," she gasps.
"What?" I run my knuckles down her arm, loving the way she shivers and moans. She's so responsive, so turned on. Jesus. I think she'd let me take her right here if I asked it of her.
Micah thinks she's a good girl who doesn't belong in a place like this. He's wrong. I think maybe I was wrong too. Because this is exactly where she belongs. This naughty little minx was made for a place like this, and a man like me. She was made to fuck.
"One of the men had some ropes. I wanted to see them."
My dick pulses hard.
"You like ropes, Dilemma?"
"Yes. No. I…I don't know what I like yet, Bronx," she whispers. "But I want to find out so bad."
I nip her throat, prying myself off her. "Then let's go find out."
"What about…?" She stares at me, dazed.
"What about what?"
"Nothing," she mumbles, slipping past me.
I grab her before she can get too far, pressing my lips to her ear. "If you think I've forgotten your punishment, you're wrong, beautiful. We'll get to it. Just as soon as we find out what gets your little cunt dripping wet."
"Bronx!" she gasps.
"We both know that's why you're here, Gemma." I press a kiss to her throat. "Don't pretend it isn't."
Chapter Three
Gemma
Bronx leads me from the cigar room into a room set up like a strip club. The lights are dim, and multiple booths are clustered around the stage. We slip into a booth in the very back corner, away from the others.