Page 2 of The Assignment: Room 3

“He’s doing as he’s told. He’s not the Dom in that equation. You should recognize a sub when you see one, Viv. Are you losing your touch?”

“It was a test. I trained that delicious sub last year.”

“Say no more. I’m about to get TMI.” I chuckle.

“You and I left TMI in the dirt a long time ago. Is there any such thing in here?” She has a devious grin, and I’m almost tempted to put her mouth to good use.

“No. And it’s fucking glorious.”

“I second that, Flex. In fact, I think he needs a little more training. I might have to go over there.”

“I’ll be watching,” I say with a wry smile.

“I hope so. You know I love an audience. Come and join us if you want.”

“Maybe later.” I’d normally take her up on the offer, but I have business to attend to. My best friend and co-owner, Dalton, spends every waking hour in his private suite with his new wife and high school sweetheart. I don’t know how he can stand it. One woman for the rest of his life. Fuck me. That sounds like a prison sentence.

He’s the happiest motherfucker around these days. Between himand Pierce, I’m about to become a diabetic from their sickly-sweet love stories. What happened to my wingmen? Not that I’ve ever needed one, but fuck me, we used to sit around shooting the shit before taking subs to our private rooms.

Now. I’m everyone’s third wheel. What the fuck? I guess I should have expected it at some point. Most Doms eventually find a sub they want to keep. I just thought I’d have more time.

The bartender on this floor knows to have a steady stream of drinks sent my way when I’m up here. She’s hot and takes everything she sees up here in her stride. Of course, I still had her sign an NDA. We promise discretion. It’s paramount to the success of Venom. We’ve had one or two quick-and-dirty fucks after hours.

My phone beeps as I watch Viv commandeer the blond sub, who follows her like a good little puppy.

Jenna: Hey, are you around? I’m at the club.

Me: Are you being a naughty girl? I thought you didn’t condom.

Fucking autocorrect.

Jenna: No glove, no love.

Me: I meant to say I thought you didn’t condone the lifestyle.

Jenna: I’m here on business. I was hoping you’d be here.

Me: Up on level 2. Come on up.

Jenna: Can’t you come down to the bar where I don’t need to see you in whatever state of undress you’re in right now?

Me: You should be so lucky. Don’t be a prude. I’m fully clothed.

Jenna: And what about everyone else?

Me: Tell me you’re not a little curious, and I’ll come down. Dalton and Nad aren’t here. It could be our little secret.

I wait for her reply, but it doesn’t come. Maybe I scared her off. I sling back the rest of my drink and head to the stairs, only to be accosted by Jenna on the top step. A sly grin creeps at the corners of my mouth. Sheisa dirty girl waiting to be unleashed.

“Well, well, well. Looking devastatingly beautiful as ever tonight, Jenna. I didn’t actually think you’d come up here.”

“You didn’t give me much choice.”

I give her a sly wink. “Tell yourself whatever you need to. I was on my way down. I’m happy to keep walking downstairs right now. It’s your decision where we sit, so tell me, Jenna, what do you want to do?”

The rapid rise and fall of her chest tells me everything I need to know. She’s curious.

“Fine. Where’s the bar?” Her cheeks flush as her eyes scan the wide-open space.

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