Page 5 of Salacious Desires

Shit.

She’s not here because she wants to work in a sex club. She’s here because she needs this job. The desperation radiates from her sparkling, hopeful eyes. Eyes that would be gorgeous looking up at me while she was on her knees sucking my cock.

I’m going to hire her. I don’t know what her situation is, but she’s pulling at my heartstrings. She’s also doing something to my dick that I haven’t felt in a long time.

Of course, we have a rule against fucking employees.

CHAPTER 3

LILY

Ohmygosh.

It’s him. The man I totally made a fool of myself in front of earlier. He’s the owner here? That’s just my luck. So much for getting this job. What am I going to do?

I can’t breathe. I’m not sure if it’s because I’m nervous or he’s so hot, but either way, I’m going to pass out soon if I don’t get it together. Gosh, how is he so good-looking?

His gaze roams over me, and I shrink back slightly. I’ve never felt more lacking in my life. He clenches his jaw, and my heart sinks. He doesn’t like what he sees. Not that I blame him. I’m not much to look at.

“Why don’t I show you around the club and we can talk about the position as we go.”

Oh! Well, that’s probably a good sign. I think.

“Sure, okay. Here’s my application.”

Drake takes the sheet of paper from me but doesn’t look at it. Weird. Maybe he’ll go over it later.

When he stands, I follow his lead and do the same. He’s tall. Really tall. My doctor said I’m shorter than average height, and I’m pretty sure he must be taller than average. I’d probably have to jump just to give him a high-five. He’s also broad. He’s wearing a dark gray button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showing off his corded forearms. I don’t know much about working out, but I’d say he lifts some heavy weights.

“I’m assuming you researched the club and know a little about us?” he asks, holding a door open for me.

Shoot. Why didn’t I think to research the place?

Probably because you don’t know how to use the internet, stupid.

I step over the threshold and pause to take everything in. The space is enormous. A long, gleaming bar runs the entire length of one side, lined with high-backed, purple velvet stools with gold bases. In front of the bar, there are clusters of high-top tables along with a dance floor. In each corner of the club, elevated birdcage-looking things are suspended from the high ceiling. They are big enough to fit several people inside. Not sure what those are all about, but they’re interesting. Then, on the other side of the dance floor, there’s a raised stage with a purple neon sign that says Edge. It’s so beautiful. Luxurious.

“This is the main part of the club. We have three membership tiers, and the first tier is limited to this first floor. There’s an upscale restaurant area back to the left where people can sit and have a five-star meal. We have locker rooms off to the right with showers.”

Why would they need locker rooms and showers at a club? I guess people get sweaty from partying all night.

Drake stands beside me, his clean scent wafting around us, and I have to restrain myself from leaning over to sniff him. Whatever cologne he wears, it’s intoxicating.

“We’re open Wednesday through Saturday from eight to two. We have the bar down here and a smaller one on the second floor. We have at least six bartenders working and a dozen cocktail servers on this floor alone.”

I’m not sure if I’m supposed to say anything, so I nod and smile, waiting for him to keep talking.

“Members can be topless down here, but they have to have bottoms on. We don’t allow sex activities on this floor. Members who want to participate in sexual acts must have the second membership tier so they can go upstairs to the play area.”

My eyes bulge, and my head snaps back to look up at him, my mouth hanging open. Did he just say what I think he said? Drake notices my shock and furrows his eyebrows.

“Lily, did you research Edge before you came here?”

Shoot.

I’m definitely not getting the job. Surely, it’s frowned upon to come to an interview unprepared. And I’m definitely unprepared.

“Um, no. I didn’t,” I say quietly.

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