Page 35 of Entangled Mafia Princess

She leans in closer, hanging on my every word.

“Maybe I’ll fuck you until you pass out. That is, after I degrade you over and over again.”

Her breath is uneven. I half expected to have scared her, which wasn’t my intent. The words seemed to come out on their own. But her eyes glimmer with interest.

The waitress arrives to set down Casey’s bowl of noodles. It seems to take Casey several seconds to release her mind from the scenario I painted for her.

“Can I get a fork?” Casey asks when the server puts down a pair of chopsticks and a spoon, then sniffs the soup. “Smells good.”

Grumbling, the waitress digs into her apron and pulls out a fork before walking away to bark at a young couple that just entered to seat themselves.

“She’s not the most friendly waitress,” Casey says.

“This place is your standard utilitarian Chinese immigrant restaurant. It’s about the food. They don’t believe in paying extra for ambiance and small talk from your server.”

Casey blows on the steaming noodles before taking a bite and then another.

She looks at me in wonder. “This is soooo good.”

Leaning back in my chair, I watch her eat. She’s either really hungry or she really likes her food.

“You want some?” she asks.

Watching her eat, I start to develop an appetite, but I shake my head.

“You sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“I’ve got to get my friends to try this place. These are the best noodles I’ve ever had, and I’ve had the linguine at Il Buongustaio,” she says, referring to one of the trendy new restaurants in Nob Hill with dishes that cost seven times as much as her current bowl of noodles.

“Didn’t the Chinese invent noodles?” Casey asks in between mouthfuls.

“The earliest references and archaeological findings point to China,” I say, wondering if she always has such a robust appetite. It’s hard to imagine given her slender frame.

“I should order a bowl to go,” she says.

I bring the conversation back around to previous topics. “How did you find out about Club de Sade? They have a big BDSM scene in Boston?”

“I’ve been interested in BDSM for a while now, so when we moved out here to Frisco—I mean San Francisco—our neighbors said people here don’t use that term—I googled BDSM club, and it came up first.”

“You been anywhere else?”

“I’ve been to The Lair but I like Club de Sade. Fewer rules. More intimate space. What made you come to Club de Sade?”

You. But of course I respond differently. “Change of scenery.”

“Where do you usually go?”

“The Lotus.”

“Hm. Don’t think I know it.”

“It’s invitation only.”

She looks intrigued. “Really? How come?”

“It’s how the owner wants it.”

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