Page 6 of Undercover Desires

She tilts her head, assessing me. “What kind of club is this, Kobe?” Her eyes sparkle with intrigue, and I already know she’ll be the kind of girl to make it through her first shift.

“We’ll get to that, and it’s Mr. Rivera now that you work for me,” I say, motioning for her to have a seat. I take one opposite. “I have your employment contract. I just need a license to complete it. Do you have a US one yet?”

“Yes.” She feels around in her bag, pulls out her wallet, and hands me her license.

I run my finger over it, scanning the details. “Bella Jones.” She’s twenty-five. Doesn’t look a day over twenty.

I look her over, and she smiles at me with her show-stopping grin. She’s sweet as sugar; she’s going to get a lot of attention. She looks younger, but her ID appears legit, and I should know—I see pretty decent fakes on the regular. Just to be sure, I jot down her license number so I can cross-check it with a friend in the force later tonight.

“Have a read over your contract, then I’ll show you around the club,” I say, handing her the paperwork for her to sign. As I do, our fingers touch, sending a strange tingling sensationright through my body. She blinks back at me, like she felt it too. I stare into her green eyes, lost momentarily in another dimension. Who the hell is this beauty? The same thing happened last night, and it knocked me off balance just as much.

“Better look at this thing,” she mutters, pulling her gaze away from me and focusing on the paperwork. She takes her time reading over every point.

I watch her, unable to take my eyes away for even a second. She has a dusting of freckles over her nose. Her skin is sun-kissed. “We will initially employ you casually, and if it works out, we can discuss a permanent contract.”

“Casual works for me. I’m not sure how long I’m going to stick around in Palm Springs.”

“You got a permanent address here, or are you staying with friends?” I ask her, even though I know I shouldn’t. It’s none of my business, but something makes me want to know everything about her.

“I’m renting an apartment not too far from here. I’ll be here for at least six months.”

“How is it so easy for you to work in America?” I ask, feeling like something’s not quite adding up with this girl.

“Dual citizenship, my dad’s American,” she says as she clicks her fingers for a pen to sign the contract.

A little piece of the Bella puzzle falls into place.

“A non-disclosure agreement?” She raises a brow.

“We have a lot of high-profile men with membership to our elite club who wouldn’t want what they get up to here splashed along page three of the Palm Springs Times. It protects you girls just as much. All members also have to sign the same paperwork.”

“Oh, okay.” She glances over the paperwork again and scribbles down her signature.

She hands me the paperwork back. “Questions?” I ask her, knowing most girls have a ton.How can I make more money?is normally number one.

“Can you show me around now?” Her eyes twinkle with delight.

I stand, motioning for her to lead the way out of the room, and I am rewarded with the sway of her hips. Her ass looks incredible in those jeans. And again, I question why I didn’t try harder to get this girl into bed when I had the chance last night. I guess I was trying to do my good deed for the year. Help a damsel in distress with a job instead of a hot one-night stand. My dick sure hates me for it now, but my therapist, Maeve, will be proud.Progress,she will say when I see her next week.

“To the left are the management offices. As I said, I’m the third door on the right.”

“I don’t get a tour of your office?” She smiles playfully, and I’m not sure what she’s implying, but I’m sure I’ll have reason to show her my office soon enough, especially with that sassy look on her face. Makes me want to show her exactly what takes place in there. Something along the lines of bending her over my desk and spanking her for having the hide to be so fucking unforgettable that she’s all I can think about.

“Maybe another time sugar,” I tell her, using every bit of restraint I have to stop myself from inviting her back there right now. She just signed the contract. She’s now an employee, and that means off-limits. According to my brother Leo, anyway.

We walk back through the bar and seating area and past the dance floor where our dancers perform, to the other side of the first floor. This is the part I’ve been dying to show her. “Down here is where all the fun takes place.”

“Oh yeah, how’s that?”

I shove open the door to the first of our elite rooms, flick on the light, and wait for her reaction.

For a second, she says nothing, just examines the space, taking it all in. “So, this place is a sex club, nice.” She smirks like the idea is thrilling to her.

Nice. Her reaction is nice? Fuck, this girl is perfection. “This floor is an elite members-only club, and yes, sometimes our members will indulge in the full services on offer.”

She wanders round the room, running her hand along the soft leather of the bolster. “People really into all this kinky stuff, hey?” She picks up a flogger, running the tassels through her fingers. She’s utterly fascinated.

“Our clientele pays upwards of 200,000 a year just for membership to this floor. What they do when they book these rooms is none of my business.” I take the flogger from her, placing it back on the hook it came from.

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