Page 7 of Undercover Desires

“Forgive my ignorance, but how does that work?”

“We have a selection of girls signed up to participate in our elite room experience. The interested parties will offer a bid on the girl of his choosing, and the girl will approve it. The room is booked for a couple of hours or the night if that’s what takes their fancy.”

“How does that work for you?”

“We take our cut off the top. Twenty percent of the bid, and the rest goes to the girl.”

“Sounds lucrative for you. What kind of money are we talking? Just out of interest’s sake.”

“As little as five as much as twenty. Really, they could bid whatever they wanted.”

She tilts her head, watching me. “What about you? You book this room in, from time to time? I’m sure a busy entrepreneur like yourself doesn’t have time for relationships, and this must be the sweetest part of running this club. Right?”

I place my hand on the small of her back, showing her out of the room. She’s seen enough for tonight. I drop my mouth toher ear as we walk. “You shouldn’t ask questions you don’t really want the answer to,” I whisper.

I see the goosebumps scatter over her skin. She’s majorly turned on right now. “Oh, but I do want the answer to that question. I’m dying to know what Mr. Rivera does in his downtime. I bet you’re kinky.”

This girl. Fuck me. She’s something else. Especially when she says Mr. Rivera. I get a vision of her on her knees before me, begging me to give her what she wants. I give her a look, telling her to behave, then check my watch. “Might be time for you to get ready for your shift,” I tell her, avoiding heading down the dark road she’s taking me. I’ve been there before, and it never ends well. The girl gets attached when all I was after was a little fun with someone new who shares the same sexual interests as me. It’s a bad idea on so many levels, and as much as I despise Leo’s new rules, I know he’s right. Getting involved with staff only leads to trouble.

“If that’s what you want, Mr. Rivera,” she purrs, swaying her hips as she walks towards the staffroom, and I can’t help but watch her. She knows I am too. It’s what she wants. She’s a temptress. Hiring her may have been a mistake, but it’s too late now.

I head right for the bar, pouring myself a whiskey.

“Mr. Rivera, this is my bar, scootch,” Xavier’s bubbly voice chirps from behind me.

I put my hands up in defense and back away with my drink.

“Our newbie all signed in?” she asks curiously.

“Sure is. She’s in the staffroom changing into her uniform as we speak.”

“Won’t last the night. Way too pure.” Xavier shakes her head, disappointed in me.

“She might look innocent, but I can assure you, she will surprise you.” I smirk, telling her I know more than I should.

“Oh, come on. Don’t tell me your cock slipped into her while you were giving her the grand tour again. Leo’s going to be pissed,” she snips, unimpressed. “And I’m going to have to clean up another mess. You know I hate dealing with the tears.”

“Chill, Xav. Geez. Nice to know whose side you’re on. You know I pay your wages, right?”

She eyes me suspiciously, like she doesn’t believe me. The two of us have become good friends over the last couple of years. She’s the only staff member who can give me shit and get away with it.

“I didn’t touch her, I swear.” I laugh.

Her glare intensifies. “I can never tell if you’re messing with me or not,” she says seriously.

“I’m not. She’s all yours. I won’t lay a finger on her. You have my word.” I cross my heart to prove it.

“It’s not your fingers I’m worried about,” she snips, and I can tell she’s not convinced. But she should worry about them, I can do all sorts of damage with these digits.

Jett pulls up a stool beside me. His baseball cap, T-shirt, and jeans seem quite out of place in our upscale establishment, but he pulls it off. No one would be brave enough to question him on it, and even Leo gave up trying to get him to stick to our club’s dress code. Jett does what he wants, he always has. Tonight, he likely just finished his second gym session for the day. With his next MMA fight less than two months away, training is his priority. He could give two fucks about dressing to impress.

“Who’s the blonde you were showing around?” he inquires with a hint of curiosity in his tone.

“Bella Jones, a knockout, right?”

“Absolutely. What’s she doing up here?” he asks, his eyebrows raising in genuine curiosity. He knows me well enough to know I’m up to something.

“I hired her. She’s traveling from Australia; met her last night while I was making the rounds downstairs. Glad I covered your shift now.” I was pissed last night because I had plans at The Joker, one of our bars across town, but Jett needed a night off with his new girlfriend, Hazel. I will never get used to him being all loved up. For so long it was the two of us partying together. He was like my wingman. Now I have to go it alone. Or not at all, if it was up to Maeve. She thinks I have a problem. I couldn’t be happier with my life; as far as I’m concerned, it’s the rest of them who have it wrong. Answering to another person. Having to rely on them and take care of them. Nope, that shit’s not for me. I like being on my own.

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