Larissa stutter steps but finally decides to listen to me.
I take her to one of the offices.
I gently push her into the office and slam the door behind me.
She doesn’t turn around.
What does she do then?
She fucking looks over her shoulder.
Standing there looking the way she does, her eyes filled with more lust than this entire club can offer all at once.
I tempt myself. I tell myself if I take a deep enough breath I’ll smell her.
That’s right.
I bet I can smell her pussy.
Her tender, wet labia.
Her panties trying to absorb the wetness.
I feel like I’m really losing my mind now.
“When I talk, you fucking listen,” I growl at her. “This isn’t something fun. This isn’t a joke.”
“I never said it was,” Larissa says so calmly. “I’m part of this now. Whether you like it or not. I need to know everything.”
“I’ll tell you when you can know everything.”
“Tell me not to do something and I’m going to listen?”
She’s a bitch. A cocky little bratty bitch.
My jaw tightens hard.
“Want me to drag your ass out of here?”
“Go for it,” she says. “I’m not going to be sheltered, Ellis. No matter what it is. I’ve always known there was something secretive about this place.” Now she turns around to face me. “How naive do you think I am? A strip club? Seriously? Oh, no, Ellis, not some boobies.”
Larissa covers her mouth and pretends to be embarrassed.
I step closer to her.
“So I found the magic door, huh?” Larissa whispers as she lowers her hands. “Something about that door. Where does it go, Ellis? Upstairs? Downstairs? What’s downstairs, Ellis?”
I debate what I respond with.
I end up reaching for Larissa.
At first I see myself touching her face.
Calm, gentle, caring…
Then I change my mind at the last second.
My right hand slips behind her neck.