Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 132321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 441(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 441(@300wpm)
“Not really.” I tilt my head and study him. “But I’m intrigued, so continue.”
“No, I haven’t fucked anyone else, Margot. And not only because when we started this I promised you I wouldn’t. I didn’t want to.”
“Aw, has that been hard for you?” I tease.
He reaches down and grabs his crotch. “No. That’s what I’m trying to explain.”
I burst into giggles.
“Poor Jensen.” I graze my finger over a ticklish spot along his neck. “Did I break you?”
He lifts his shoulder, trapping my hand and laughs. “I’m not complaining.” He squeezes and rubs his big hands over my hips. “Not complaining one bit.”
“Why are you telling me this?”
“Because you mentioned visiting Downstate. I don’t want you to think I’m hiding anything. I want you to visit there. I just want to warn you what you might encounter.”
“Your home charter,” I say, the words feeling unnatural on my tongue.
“Yes.” He smiles as if he’s pleased I remembered that, then his expression turns serious. “Girls like to sometimes…haze ol’ ladies? Tell them tales about…”
“Your wild, swinging bachelor days?”
“Yeah.”
I work that out in my head for a few seconds. “So, you’re trying to politely tell me that if I visit your clubhouse, there is a high probability that some random woman—or many random women—will introduce themselves by telling me that they’ve fucked you at some point? Is that what I’m supposed to infer from this roundabout conversation?”
He bites his lip and nods.
My stomach rolls with disgust. But that’s unfair. He’s thirty. Of course he’s slept with other people. I’m more jealous that they were actually having good sex and I didn’t know how good it could be until I met Jigsaw.
“Well, I guess I’ll have to thank them for teaching you”—I wiggle my fingers in front of his body like I’m weaving a magic spell—“to be so talented at all the sex stuff.”
He chokes on a laugh and shakes his head. “I don’t know what to say to that. But standing your ground is usually the best approach with them.”
“If your club loves and respects ol’ ladies as much as you claim, why do you let the…muffler bunnies…harass them?”
“We don’t let them. If they get caught disrespecting an ol’ lady, they usually get tossed out and told not to come back.” He shrugs. “But…it’s not always that simple.”
“Okay.” I’m liking the idea of visiting his downstate clubhouse less and less.
“I’m not saying it will happen for sure. I just want to warn you.”
“Okay.” I sit up and slide to the end of the bed. “Just remember, if anyone messes with me.” I glance over my shoulder and catch his eye. “Or if any of those girls try to touch you in front of me.” I narrow my eyes so he understands how serious I am. “Don’t forget, I’m used to carting dead people around.” I flex my arm muscles. “I’m stronger than I look. And I know how to dispose of bodies.”
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
Jigsaw
Margot is the most exciting and terrifying woman I’ve ever known. So hesitant and concerned about running into girls from my past one minute. Then stone cold the next, reminding me she knows how to dispose of bodies.
Absolutely intoxicating. My perfect woman.
Adorable too, because I can’t picture her hurting a fly. She’s too sweet. Too sensitive to ever hurt someone. All that means is I need to keep her close and protected when we’re at the clubhouse.
“I’m not taking more shifts at Crystal Ball either,” I announce.
She tilts her head and sits on the edge of the bed next to me, tucking her leg up so it grazes my side.
I rest my hand on her knee, sliding my thumb over her satiny skin.
She’s quiet, waiting for me to elaborate.
“I’m not saying I’ll never have to work there again. But I didn’t volunteer this week when Dex asked.”
“Why? Don’t you lose money then?”
Dex, or the club really, pays me well for those shifts. But I didn’t factor that into my decision. “I make money with the club other ways. It’s not a big deal.”
“I didn’t ask you to do that.”
“I know.”
She bites her lip. “I don’t want you to be mad at me later.”
“Margot. It’s my decision. I just wanted you to know.”
Is now a good time to mention one of the other ways I earn with the club is through our porn production company? Probably not. All of that’s done electronically. I rarely have to see the girls in person.
“You realize I look at naked bodies all the time too, right?” she asks with a teasing lilt to her lips. “They’re just dead.”
I sit and stare at her, then shudder. “That absolutely never occurred to me until this minute.”
She stares at me, waiting for…something. Does she think I’m judging her? Or that I’m going to bail? “I know you treat them with respect and care, Margot.”