Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 78(@200wpm)___ 62(@250wpm)___ 52(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 78(@200wpm)___ 62(@250wpm)___ 52(@300wpm)
“I already told you I’m not looking for more work.” One boring, unfulfilling job is more than enough for me. Plus, I plan to spend all my free time catching a certain little speed demon.
“I thought you might want a way into the exclusive club to keep an eye on your girl.” Giant cuts to the chase.
I sit back in the hardwood booth and stare at my friend, debating my options. I could apply for a membership at the club and wait for Roman Sterling to vet my membership. I have no doubt he’ll approve it once he realizes who I am, but I’d prefer not to use my family connections. Growing up the son of a war hero turned Senator taught me the value of privacy and anonymity.
“I can easily get a membership myself.” Giant already knows my big secret so there’s no need to beat around the bush.
“True.” The arrogant bastard smirks. “But it will take a few days for the checks to come in, and by then, any number of men could’ve hit on your girl. Who knows, maybe tonight will be the night she finds someone to try out one of the private rooms with.”
The sound of glass cracking fills the air around us as the glass in my hand snaps under the pressure I’m exerting. “Motherfucker,” I growl. “I’ll kill any bastard who touches her.”
“Then you better take the job and keep an eye on her yourself.”
“Motherfucker.”
We spend the rest of our meal discussing what’s expected of me during my short stint as a security guard at the club. I keep glancing around, hoping to get a peek at my girl, but she never appears.
After Giant pays the check, we head out to the parking lot. “Roman is expecting you at eight o’clock.”
“You were so sure I’d say yes?”
He glances over at me and shrugs. “I pretty much knew I had you over a barrel.”
The giant asshole is goddamn right. “I’m going to stop answering your calls.”
“So you keep saying.” He laughs and walks over to his black truck. “Let me know how things go at The Sterling Rope.”
While Giant pulls away, I walk over to my truck and immediately notice my girl’s car is missing. I look around the back of the building and see a double set of steel doors at the very end of the building and realize she must use the back entrance.
After filing this little tidbit of info away, I hop into my truck and head home to change clothes and grab my gun.
Chapter 3
Calista
My feet are throbbing as I serve a whiskey to the stockbroker-looking guy at the end of the bar. It’s another freaking busy night at the club, but I’m not complaining since my tips have been outstanding tonight. Between this week’s tips and my new raise, I should be in the red by the end of the month.
The Sterling Rope is an upscale BDSM club that caters to billionaires, millionaires, and celebrities with money to burn. The inside of the club is sleek, elegant, and insanely expensive. The main part of the club is this public room—bars where people can chat and get to know one another before moving on to the kinkier portions of the night—and it’s mostly deserted at this hour.
“Oh. girl.” Stacy, the other bartender, walks over and whispers in my ear, “You should see the smoking hot new security guy working tonight.” She makes a show of fanning herself. “He can guard my secrets any day of the week.”
“I heard they were bringing in extra security.”
“I keep hearing about issues they’ve had lately, but I haven’t seen any.” Stacy shrugs. “I’m starting to think they’re making it all up to keep us on our toes or something.”
“I think Roman runs a tight ship and has been keeping the problems on the down-low.” The last time the club had an incident, I didn’t even know about it until several days later. Roman Sterling is willing to pay out the nose to ensure no one has to worry about their safety or about having their privacy invaded while they’re playing in the club.
My friend babbles away while I half listen to her. Suddenly, the hair on the back of my neck stands up. I glance around to find piercing light blue eyes eating me up. Oh, man. “That’s the new security guard.” Stacy hip-checks me and hisses in my ear, “I’d kill for a taste of his yumminess.” Then she looks back and forth between the deputy and me and huffs, “But it looks like he already has eyes for someone else. Lucky you.”
My insides melt as his eyes slowly roam over my body, and I barely resist the urge to squirm. Today, he’s wearing a button-up white shirt and black dress pants that show off his large muscular body. Stacy is right. He is so freaking yummy. All my fantasies from the last few days blast through my mind, causing my knees to weaken. My memories of him definitely didn’t do him justice.