Page 17 of Goner

She turned slowly but didn’t come back.

“Are you performing tonight?”

“Yes.”

My smile grew slowly, victory already surging through my veins. “Good.”

I brought the last of my forgotten drink to my lips and took my time imagining all the things I’d be doing to that sweet ass later tonight.

If she wanted to use her customers as her excuse to leave, then I’d become one.

I managed to wait all of fifteen minutes before setting out to find Daniel. Ian said he made shit happen for Carina, so I’d make sure he made shit happen for me. Sure, I’d only met him a handful of times when he and his business partner ventured to New York with Ian, but I was determined. I spotted him at the corner of the bar at the register, away from the busiest crowds.

The perfect place to talk.

“I want to fuck one of your employees.”

“No. Now, fuck off,” he answered without even looking up.

I placed flat hands on the counter as if staking my spot and letting him know I wasn’t leaving. “I’m serious.”

“Me, too. I don’t run a prostitution ring.”

“Good to know. But I am dead fucking serious about the French maid—Amara.”

Finally, Daniel looked up, leveling me with his piercing blue eyes. He closed the register and studied me. I stood still, letting him gauge my request. Something flashed behind his cold eyes that had me wondering if he possibly had feelings for her.

Despite barely knowing Daniel, I knew enough from Ian that he was married and was a good man. No, if he cared about Amara, it wasn’t romantic.

I held steady, unblinking, letting him know I wouldn’t back down from this. His glower softened at whatever he saw behind my eyes. If it was anything like the desperate need to have her thrumming in my bones, I wasn’t sure I wanted to find out.

With a heavy sigh, he broke our staring contest and rummaged around the register for a paper and pen. He didn’t say a word until he scribbled something on it and folded it before passing it to me.

“If she gives her consent, then give her this,” he explained without letting the paper go. “I’m trusting you won’t read this.”

“I’m trusting it’s not a note telling her to report me,” I tossed back. Who the hell knew what he wrote? Maybe it was something that threw me under the bus.

“I can promise it’s not that.”

“Good. Then I can promise I won’t read it.”

He nodded and let it go, watching while I carefully tucked the note away in my breast pocket.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome and good luck. You’re going to need it.”

I smiled confidently the entire way to the back hall, where the iPads were to create my fantasy for the night. Scrolling through the selections like I was at a buffet for every sexual delight, I tried to imagine Amara in every one, but my mind kept coming back to Carina’s lips sucking on her tight nipple.

Scrolling past the gang bang, student-teacher, questionable consent, masturbation, and every other fantasy I could dream up, I found what I was looking for.

Three French Hens.

Perfect.

Chapter5

Amara

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