Page 13 of Scorching Sienna

People paid big money for me to facilitate meetings in an area considered neutral territory, where guns and weapons were not allowed.

Everyone on this floor had to adhere to strict rules, and if a rule was broken at any time, the punishment could be severe. Even deadly.

“Boss, I didn’t think we would see you tonight.” Gavin holds open the soundproof door leading into the VIP section, his face stoic. He never smiled.

Gavin was a big guy, an ex-navy seal, and he had a skill that made him valuable to me. He specialized in interrogation. If Gavin couldn’t get information out of someone, no one could, aside from me. But I rarely got involved in that anymore—the benefits of being at the top of the food chain.

“Boss? You own this club?” Sienna whispers from beside me, her eyes wide as she takes in the area we have just entered.

I know this is a lot for her to process. Since we left the confines of my quiet office, her face has morphed from surprise to shock to astonishment in the short walk from the downstairs area to the upper level.

We were lucky we even made it this far.

I almost lost it when I saw her standing before my bookshelf with the Kama Sutra in her hand. The curious tilt of her head as she examined the sex poses displayed on the pages was so fucking hot that I wished she had nodded yes at my invitation to practice some moves with her.

Soon. She was innocent, but she was also curious—a dangerous combination.

Sienna had never thoroughly explored her sexuality. I could tell from the naïve way she walked around, unaware of her impact on the opposite sex. Even now, the suggestive glances and obviously lecherous stares stir the devil in me.

Perhaps this wasn’t a good idea. At this rate, I would have to kill half the patrons.

She was a fucking torch walking around in the darkness. And one thing the dark wanted the most was to corrupt. I recognized it in the looks the men gave her, as it mirrored mine.

They would soon learn that the shadows belonged to me, as did the light walking beside me. I would be the only one to corrupt her. And fuck anyone who got in my way or tried to take what was mine.

“Is this clubSin? I read about it online. You own this?” Her wide green eyes look up at me, waiting for a response.

“Yes.” Her mouth forms an ‘o,’ and my cock twitches as it envisions stretching that ‘o’ bigger.

“Damon, I didn’t think you would be in tonight.” The same inane observation, this time from my GM.

“I hear that a lot. Sienna, this is Gael. Gael is the general manager, and Stacey handles staffing in this section and human resources issues. Sienna is our new trainee server.” I introduce her and tip my head in Stacy's direction, her eyes meeting mine as she excuses herself from a table nearby.

“Nice to meet you.” Sienna smiles brightly at Gael, his whole demeanor changing as his eyes roam my rainbow. He even stands up straighter.

“Wow, are you sure you want to work here? You could make more money in the—” I cut Gael off with a growl and a look, the warning in it crystal clear.

Sienna looks between the two of us, confused. Luckily, with Stacey's arrival, Gael brushes off the tension as he welcomes Sienna to the team.

“Our potential new server, Sienna. Onboard her and get her a uniform. One that fits,” I warn Stacey as I eye her black and white blouse with the top two buttons open, obviously a size too small. It pushes her d-cups up, exposing the puffy flesh for all to see. Sienna eyes hercleavage and then looks away, the bar top suddenly very interesting.

If Stacey's cleavage was too much, it’s a good thing Gael hadn’t continued with his suggestion for her to work in the playroom—a spot for our various taboo events.

Our women's entertainment was on now, as it was every Saturday night after nine.

What started as some entertainment to keep the wives busy while their men conducted business turned into a show that rivaled similar ones in Vegas. Naked men prancing around on stage, and the women who came to see them in droves made up at least ten percent of our revenue.

The playroom was also used for other events.

Bachelorettes and bachelor parties, orgies, swinging events, sex competitions, dom and sub group sessions, BDSM, and roleplay nights—if there was something taboo you wanted, we arranged it for a hefty fee.

But no underaged nasty shit. Even a soul like mine had a fucking limit. They could role-play as consenting adults, but if I found any of that happening in my club, someone would be unalived.

Stacey gives me a sultry smile before leading Sienna through a staff-only door next to the bar area. My eyes linger on her retreating figure, the sway of her hips mesmerizing.

“Wow.” Gael whistles as he watches Sienna disappear. At this rate, he might be the first to meet his maker.

“Off limits. You know the rules.” Relationships, even just sexual ones, were not allowed amongst the staff atSin. I saw the mess they could create when they ended, as all inevitably do, and I wasn’t interested in entertaining it.

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