Page 9 of Spies Like Us

His eyes drift down to my breasts, and his lips kick up again before his eyes come back to mine. “I get the feeling Sophie is putting on the pressure. I think Billy may have been saying something to her at the party last night when we were supposedly in that room. He’s planting seeds that Miller and I are closer than just friends. She keeps saying things like, ‘Wouldn’t it be amazing if brothers were both dating sisters?’ I’ve tried my hardest not to encourage her, but it’s getting harder and harder.”

It’s my turn to smirk as I turn to keep drying my shorts. He sounds pained, and I can’t say I’m disappointed about that. We all have to do things we don’t want to.

I change the subject. “Matthew left for the night. Anders and I will have a chance to poke around. So far, the entrance to the club is nothing obvious. It’s either not in this club or it’s hidden. I haven’t seen an elevator or a set of stairs that lead anywhere. Heck, it might not even be under this club. We’ve been going on assumptions, but with the tunnel system, it could be anywhere under town, or even in a private house.”

“No, Anders said the same, but tonight will be the first time he hasn’t been supervised while cleaning up. I’m pretty sure you helped secure his cover when you got down on your knees and blew him. He said Matthew wants to have a meeting with him tomorrow after church to discuss a new role he may be interested in. We’re hoping they are going to ask him to serve at the next sex party. From what we can work out, it’s on the third Friday of every month.”

The dryer switches off, and my shorts are dry enough, so I pull them back on before grabbing the top. I switch the dryer on again to do that next.

“That means we have two weeks before the next one. Do you think the sex parties are held as previews for the auctions? A try before you buy kind of deal?” I ask over my shoulder.

“Probably,” Ryland replies. My top dries quicker, but it’s still damp. I’ve been in here long enough, though, so when the dryer switches off again, I decide it’s good enough. I spin around and squeak. Ryland is so close, my breasts brush against his chest. He reaches out and plucks my shirt out of my hand, and then he backs me up, moving me carefully so I’m not pushed up against the dryer. His hand collars my throat with enough pressure to hold me in place. I could get out, but I really don’t want to. A shiver runs down my spine as his fingers flex around my throat.

“Now that business is out of the way, you’re not going to send me back to my table without letting me have a taste of what you’ve been teasing me with, are you?”

I gasp as he leans in and wraps his lips around my nipple, sucking it into his mouth. I groan, and my core throbs as he suckles it before releasing it with a pop.

He pulls back and smirks. “Delicious, just like I thought it would be. See you around, princess.” He winks, handing me my top before opening the door. He comes to a sudden stop, and I see Miller over his shoulder.

“I was just looking for you,” he says, grinding his teeth together as his eyes scan the length of my half naked body.

“I was just helping Mac clean up,” he tells him and pulls the door closed so I don’t hear what’s said next.

Great, now Miller’s going to hate me even more. My mind goes back to Ry’s mouth on my nipple and his hand on my throat, and my core throbs. Holy fuck. He is potent. I can kind of understand how Miller becomes a ball of mush under his hands.

Shaking off my lust, I dress and head back out into the club. The noise is an assault on my senses after the quiet bathroom, and I feel a headache start to build behind my eyes. As I make my way through the club, Stella waves me down, so I detour past their table.

“We’d like the bill please,” she tells me curtly. “This club is too noisy and not intimate enough for us.” She isn’t even looking at me, she’s looking at Max, her eyes filled with lust.

“Yes, the bill please. I can’t wait to get you alone.” He nods but doesn’t turn his attention to me, fully focused on the girl next to him.

“Okay, I’ll just grab it for you.” I head back to the bar, that annoying feeling of jealousy itching inside my chest. What the fuck is wrong with me? I like Max, and fucking him was fun, but this feels like it might be more than that, and I don’t like that feeling. This is all becoming very complicated, and I need to simplify it.

No feelings, Kenzie. That’s your mantra, and you need to remember it.

It doesn’t take long to shove their bill into a leather wallet and return it to the table. Neither of them pays attention to me, and my mind is back in the game, so I don’t care. I’m busy after that, running drinks back and forth for more booths, and I don’t even notice when they leave. When I get back to the table, there is already another group in it, but I grab the bill wallet. Inside is the correct money, as well as a twenty-dollar tip and a note.

I enjoyed your blow job immensely. Can’t wait to have another.

I roll my eyes and stuff the twenty into my apron before returning to the register and cashing out the bill. I wonder if Stella will be giving him a blow job tonight, or will he get down on his knees and lick her pussy?

“Are you okay?” Anders asks, bumping my hip, and I force a smile.

“Yup, fine. Max and Stella left.”

Anders’s brow creases, and he looks closer than I would like him to. “You know he’s just maintaining his cover.”

“Pfft.” I wave him off. “Of course I do. Anything to break the case, right? I’ll probably have to fuck some randos, too, if I end up working down in the sex club.” This makes his frown a little deeper, but he doesn’t disagree. He knows it’s true.

“We only have two hours until we close, and then you and I can poke around. I haven’t been left alone long enough to search for the entry to the club, and we decided breaking and entering wasn’t necessary yet. If it had taken him much longer to trust me, though, we might have had to.”

“What’s up the set of stairs?” I ask him. There’s a locked door that leads to the level above the club.

“Depending on how big the crowd is, we open those doors, and then there’s a large dance floor and another bar up there, as well as some dance cages. How do you feel about dancing? You may be asked to,” he replies, working on another order for Carla.

“Yeah, I don’t care,” I say distractedly as my eyes catch on Sam and Meri. They have a quiet conversation, and then I watch as Sam says something to Keith before leaving in the direction of the bathroom. “I wonder where she’s going.” I nod in Meri’s direction, and Anders scoffs as he notices Sam missing.

“I don’t think we’ll open the top level tonight. Matthew didn’t say anything before he left, and the crowd isn’t huge. Go find Sam. I guarantee she’s snorting some coke or popping some pills. That’s the only reason they disappear. She should be easy to manipulate. They’ve been working here nearly a year, and if anyone knows about the sex club and will talk about it, it’s them. Carla just clams up.”

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