Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 58090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
“That’s me,” I answered before casually taking another sip off the top of my bourbon.
The woman smiled. “I’m Elise. Cinnamin told me you were looking for some company.”
How much was this gonna cost me? Of course, I was loaded, so I didn’t have a problem with call girls, escorts, hookers—whatever the hell was politically correct these days. But I kinda figured, why pay for something when you can get it for free?
“If you want to be alone, we can go to a private room.”
Elise was a stunner. She had an hourglass figure that made my blood run hot just thinking about holding onto those hips and fucking her from behind. Grabbing onto a handful of that thick, glossy hair and the sound of my name on her full, devil-red lips. It’d be sweet, for sure, but I wasn’t at the club for sex or experimentation. I was here on business.
I cut a glance across the room, and Richie was still…occupied.
Elise followed my eyes. “Mr. Dalton would want you to have a good time.” Something about how she said it made me wonder how much she knew about him and his business. It almost felt like she was giving me some kind of subtle hint.
“You think so?” I asked, making sure.
She nodded and then licked her lips slowly with the tip of her tongue. “Yeah. And I would too.”
Well, that settled that.
CHAPTER FOUR
Bennett
Elise took me back through the room, and Richie raised his glass as we passed by. Cinnamin was still working her charms on him. I marveled, wondering how in the hell he looked like he was at the barber, getting a trim when in reality, he was getting his rocks off in the middle of a room full of people.
I tore my eyes off the scene unfolding in the room and focused them back on Elise’s ass as she led me away.
We slipped past a thick curtain and then down a long, dark hallway with several doors on either side, almost like a hotel. I could only imagine what was going on behind each one. The curiosity only heightened my arousal.
Being dragged off to a private room with a gorgeous brunette in a skin-tight mini-dress certainly hadn’t been on my agenda for the night—but I wasn’t complaining.
It was a hell of a lot better than a shrimp dinner with Harlowe. I didn’t even fucking like shrimp.
Elise smiled back at me and stopped in front of a door. She pulled out a key from between her tits, flashed it through the reader, and pushed inside. I followed her inside and took it all in.
A large, king-sized bed with a rustic-looking wrought iron frame dominated the far wall. An armoire sat opposite the bed. The doors were closed, but I assumed there was a TV hidden behind them, probably with all manner of porn preloaded for inspiration.
A small bathroom was off to the left as I entered the room.
Elise moved with the confidence of a woman who’d been in the room on many occasions. She sat on the edge of the bed and cocked her head as she watched me look around. “Well?”
“Well, what?”
“What are you thinking about, Eric?”
I chuckled. “You don’t wanna know.”
She smiled. “Try me.” I took a few steps toward her, and as I neared, she spread her thighs apart, creating a space for me. I stepped between her legs, and she pressed her thighs together, locking me in place.
“Come on, tell me what you want? What’s your fantasy?”
I dropped my hand to her face and slid her chin up so she was looking at me. “Well, when I first saw you standing there, I thought you’d look pretty damn hot bent over something, dripping wet, and saying my name.”
A wicked little smile quirked at her lips. “That can be arranged.”
I brushed my fingers through a strand of her long, dark hair. “And I thought I’d like to get a handful of this gorgeous hair and give it a little pull.”
Her eyes sparked. “Aha. I see what you like. Maybe you should go check that dresser, see if there’s anything you like.”
I followed her line of sight to the armoire that I’d assumed held a TV. I left her and went over to see what else it was hiding. As expected, a TV in the top half. But underneath, the drawers were lined with black velvet and laid out, like a merchandising display in a posh boutique, was an array of sex toys.
“See anything you like, cowboy?” Elise purred.
I found a pair of fabric cuffs and let them dangle from the tips of my fingers as I spun away from the toy collection. “Maybe we’ll try these puppies out.”
“Uh-huh. I like the way you think.”
“Spin around,” I told her, dropping my voice an octave.
Elise turned, and I admired the view. Her dress hugged her hips and showed off her shapely thighs to perfection, especially as it had ridden up from her slide off the edge of the bed. I stepped closer and brushed her hair out of the way. A subtle scent of roses followed the sweeping mane, and I breathed her in, knowing the rest of her was likely to smell just as sweet and intoxicating.