Page 6 of Rebellion

“Looking for a good business opportunity or a good time?” He was not talking to my face. My boobs however were getting tons of attention.

After the dry stint from Gray, I was reacting way more than I should to his attention. “Neither, or maybe both. I’m hoping to get some training.”

“Interesting. In what?” he asked my left boob.

“Would you mind if I asked you some questions?” I’m not ashamed to admit I flexed my pectoral muscles to distract him from the fact I hadn’t answered his question.

He grinned. “Not at all.”

We found some seats and I pulled out my mental checklist.

“I have a million questions, but how come you’re here in New York and not at your own club?”

“You see more than you let on. I’ll be upfront from the get-go, darlin’. The Red Ranch is struggling.”

“Uh-oh.” Maybe he wasn’t the right person to help me with my plans.

For the first time all night, Tate looked at me, not my boobs, but my face. He leaned back in the chair. “I’ve known Foster Bennett for years and am up here to work a deal with him.”

Mierda. “To buy your club?”

“No, no.” He laughed. “I wouldn’t let that bastard take my baby. I’m looking for investors in it.”

Hmm. If Foster was involved in Tate’s club that could be a problem. I’d just have to circumvent that. “If you’re looking for investors, I’m always looking for places to grow my money.”

“That’s an interesting offer, but money isn’t the problem. I’ve got the money to keep pouring into the club. What I need are some ways to grow my clientele. Foster blinks twice and gets new members. I need his marketing ideas.”

“Oh.” I didn’t know squat about running a kink club. I barely knew anything about the scene beyond what happened in my own home. Money I could do, but the kind of help Tate wanted was beyond me. I had nothing to offer him.

“If I can convince Foster to invest, he’ll share his marketing strategies and some of his girls with me.” He nodded toward the floor where some of the mostly naked serving girls were...uh, serving. Themselves.

“His girls?”

“Yep. They’ve got a reputation of their own and will bring in customers who want to play with them.”

“Interesting. We’re not talking prostitution, are we? Because that’s a deal breaker for me.” I might be overly naïve. It hadn’t crossed my mind that the women in this lifestyle didn’t truly wanted to be there. That they could be in it because they needed the money and were up for some exploitation.

“Hell no. This business is about more than providing a safe place for people to express their kinks. That’s a start, but without, let’s call them attractions, the business doesn’t grow.”

Attractions. Hmm. Tate needed something to draw people to his club and I needed experience. A new idea was forming in my mind.

No. It wouldn’t work.

Would it?

Those harsh voices in my head still told me I had nothing to offer. No one would come to a club to see or play with me.

Except Cade, Dominic, and Ilario wanted to play with me.

Gray wanted something more.

Something I couldn’t give him.

I swallowed down all those nasty fears that tasted of long-aged bitter self-hatred. All he could say was no, or laugh.

Gulp. I was really going to say this out loud. Ready? Go.

“How about me? I could be your attraction.”

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