Page 18 of Undercover Desires

“It would only take a simple conversation and contract exchange for you to be one of those girls. Kobe’s done it before. I’m sure he would again.” His eyes are locked in on me, imploring me to take him up on his offer.

I drop my chin, taking the empty glass from the table. I should have been more prepared for this conversation, but I didn't think it would happen to me. “I’m so sorry, I can’t. The girls behind the bar need me. Can’t leave them one down,” I lie, not sure how else to get out of his offer. It’s generous for sure, and in my current situation I could do with the money, but I couldn’t just go back there with him. I don’t know anything about him. And I’m not the kind of girl who does the whole one-night-stand thing, even the thought of it makes me feel uneasy.

“I’m sure they would manage. How about fifteen?”

My eyes flick back up to him. “Th-thousand?” I stutter, confused as to why he’s offering me so much money.

He nods, a knowing smile playing on his lips. I get the impression this is a game to him. Money doesn’t mean anything, and he likes to push a girl until she cracks. He’s the kind of man who knows how to negotiate whatever he wants in life. And for whatever reason, tonight he’s set his sights on me.

I stare at him, feeling like I’m going to pass out. The things I could do with that kind of money. Fix Nan’s car—heck, I could almost buy myself a new car. “I…” I consider him again. He’s hot; I mean, he’s definitely got a sugar-daddy vibe going on, with a little salt-and-pepper sideburns, but there is no way I could do something like this. I was a late bloomer in the sex department, and the truth is, the only guy I have ever slept with is my ex, Wyatt. If I went back to room four with this stranger, I wouldn’t even know what to do.

“I’m sorry, I can’t, not tonight.” I back away from him before he can convince me to give it a go. It wouldn’t take much more; I really could do with the cash. And my rebellious side is looking for something just like this to kick the shitty feeling I’ve had since the phone call from Wyatt this morning. A night with a sexy stranger could be fun. It would get rid of the cobwebs without having to commit to someone. This guy looks like he knows his way around a woman’s body too. But this isn’t about me, this is a job. I’m here to get intel on the Riveras, and that’s all. Besides, if I did, I would be no better than Kobe and his playboy ways. That’s not me.

When safely back behind the bar, I grab Xavier's arm. “Um, help. Something strange just happened.”

She looks me over, confused, then glances over to where I just came from. “Ahh, you met Mr. Big. Did he invite you to room four?”

“Yes,” I squeak, wondering why she didn’t warn me about him.

“What did you say?” She smirks, thinking this is some kind of joke.

“Um… no! What should I have said?”

“How much did he offer?” Her eyebrow quirks up in question.

“Ten. Then when I said no, he upped it to fifteen.”

“Wow, he must really have a hard-on for you,” Shelby butts in.

“Shh,” I tell her, not wanting him to overhear us. “Why do you guys call him Mr. Big?” I whisper.

“Because he’s got an enormous cock, and you know, big pockets.” Shelby rubs her hands together.

I cover my face with my hand. “Oh my God,” I mutter, feeling myself blush. When I look back over to his table, Kobe is sitting with him. Where the hell did he come from? They laugh about something, then Mr. Big, as the girls have labeled him, wanders off with a pretty blonde. He got what he came here for, and all the muscles in my body relax. I didn’t even realize I was tense.

“Might take my break now,” I mutter to Xavier. There is no way Kobe isn’t aware of what just happened. He must have been watching us to be at his table within seconds of our conversation. I need to go hide in shame. I don’t want to talk to him right now, not after that.

“Sure thing, nothing going on out here.”

As quickly as I can in my stupid heels, I take off to the staffroom. Taking a soft drink from the fridge, I press it to my cheeks, trying to cool myself down. I feel like I’m overheating. What is it with this place? It’s like another world, a playground for the rich and powerful, and something about that turns me on. Even though everything I have heard about Kobe is bad, something in the depraved part of my brain wishes it was him asking me to spend the night in that room. Cracking open the can and having a sip, I try to calm the crazy swirling inside of me. I’m losing my mind. I must be to entertain such dangerous ideas.

The door opens, and Kobe swans in, wearing a smug expression just as well as his expensive suit.

“What?” I ask, unable to stand the suspense. If he has an opinion about my conversation with his friend out there, then he should just come out with it.

He doesn’t say anything, just walks past me, takes a sandwich from the fridge, and bites into it. He then takes the seat opposite me, gazing at me as he eats it, bite by bite. I stare back at him, unsure what to do. What the hell is happening right now? Once he’s done, he hops up, slides his chair in, and leaves the room the same way he entered, with the cocky swagger of a player. But somehow, I don’t think his game here is about getting me into bed. Something else is going on. He’s messing with me.

Taking a banana from the fruit bowl, I munch into it, leaning against the counter for support. I feel so out of place and not just because I’m an undercover cop in a world full of corruption and crime. Because I’m too vanilla to even comprehend what all this involves. I mean, obviously sex, but what would it be like back there? Whips and chains? Is it wrong that I’m curious? Cause I really am. I get an image of me tied up, Kobe teasing me with his enormous cock. I’m sure it’s big. You wouldn’t walk around with as much swagger as he does if it wasn’t. Or maybe it’s just that he knows what to do with it. That idea is just as thrilling.

When I’m nearly done with my fruit, he comes back in again. He sees me with the banana in my mouth and raises a suggestive brow. Oh, for fuck's sake.

I finish chewing my mouthful. “Did you need something, Mr. Rivera?” I ask, trying to maintain composure. Here’s me just daydreaming about sucking him off while tied up, and he walks in on me eating a banana. Of course he does.

He considers me. “Keep eating,” he tells me.

I look at him, confused. “What?”

“Don’t stop on my account. Your break is nearly over. Keep eating.” He watches me, waiting for me to have another bite.

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