Page 3 of The Assignment: Room 3

I rest my hand on her shoulder, pointing across the room. “If you can drag your gaze from the ménage à trois, it’s over there.”

“You’re a dick, Flex.”

“Aww, were you hoping to see it? I’ll gladly whip it out for you if you beg like a good little girl.”

She’s flustered as she weaves her way over to the bar through a sea of bodies and requests a French martini. I prop my elbow on the bar, watching her take it all in, her breath catching when someone smiles her way while being sucked off.

“It’s not so bad up here, is it?” I smile.

“How? Why?”

“You’ll have to give me more than that? Ask away.”

“How can people just fuck with others watching?” She takes a sip of her drink, her eyes looking everywhere but at me.

“Because it’s a rush. It’s sexy as hell. Haven’t you ever had sex somewhere you ‘shouldn’t and gotten a thrill that you might get caught?”

“That’s different.”

“Only because youknowyou’ll get caught. If all parties consent, why would it be a problem?”

“I just don’t get it.”

“Some people enjoy watching. Tell me you’re not turned on right now.”

“I get the watching. It’s like watching porn.”

“And what kind of porn do you enjoy? You can tell me, Jenna. No judgment.”

She ignores my question, too entranced by what’s going on around us. “But I don’t understand wanting to be watched. What if you can’t get across the finish line? Or if people think your body is whack. Or your sex face is terrible.”

“Jesus, you are way overthinking this.”

I signal the bartender for another round of drinks. “Maybe you’reunderthinkingit.”

“Why are you up here, Jenna? I told you we could go downstairs. If it makes you uncomfortable, we can go. If you wanted to talk to me about something, it didn’t require you hunting me down in my kink club. Drop a text with an invite to coffee.”

“I…” She downs the rest of her drink. “This was a bad idea.”

She stands to leave, but I rest my hand over hers on the bar. “I was just kidding. Take a breath. We can go downstairs to my office. You won’t have to see any debauchery. You haven’t even told me why you wanted to talk to me.”

“The security software for The Callaghan Group. I’m going to set up a parallel interface for the club. I wanted your thoughts as the head of security. You might have insight into all this.” She gestures with her hand.

I can’t help but chuckle. “That was definitely an excuse. We could have had this discussion anywhere. You make excuses to come here, Jenna. Admit it to yourself. You’ll feel so much better.”

“You’re a dick, Flex.”

“Is my dick all you think about?” I say with a wry grin. “That’s the second time you’ve mentioned it.”

“A dick is a dick. Yours. His,” she says, pointing to a Dom who ispoised for a blow job. “I hate to burst your bubble, but you’re not that special.”

She’s got a mouth on her, which I find sexy as hell.

“I’ve had subs who’d beg to differ. In fact, they definitely begged for it.”

“Ugh, you’re a pig.”

“I tell it like it is. Now, are we going to my office or not?” I’m not surprised when she crosses her arms and makes no attempt to leave. She wants to be up here.

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