Page 31 of Say My Name

“That’s not something to joke about,” Luna whispers. “I need a smoke before I knock over the new tray of drinks.” She glances at me. “Watch my tables, will ya?”

“Sure thing.”

Panti grabs her tray and leaves without another word.

I face Sugar. “Have you ever had anyone you felt was a bit too rough in the VIP rooms?” I’m wondering if some of these members get rough with the Greedy Girls. Maybe rough enough to murder.

She ponders my question for a moment and then shakes her head. “No, they’ve all been wonderful.”

Ah, she’s lying.

“I’d think there’d be men who wouldn’t want to take no for an answer.”

She laughs, nervously. “Well, with me, I never say no.”

“Do you think one of the murdered girls said no? Someone could have wanted them to play, and they didn’t agree?”

Sugar collects a martini that Raven sets on the service bar. “Maybe? But they weren’t sexually assaulted before they were killed. That’s what they said on the news.”

She’s right.

“I’m just wondering if they ever complained about any members here.” I mean, perhaps the killer got angry when one of the girls told him no. Perhaps all three girls told him no.

Who knows.

That’s what I’m trying to figure out.

So far, it appears everyone loved all the girls who were murdered. Yet, someone had a reason to kill them.

The girls might have been pawns in a bigger scheme. Maybe the murders had nothing to do with the girls at all, and there was a bigger target after all.

Like Devereaux.

A shiver races across my skin. “I should get back to work.”

Sugar floats away with her drink in hand, making her way to the hallway, passing a bouncer who moves the gold-corded rope for her.

I step out of the server area and spot Devereaux seated at a table in my area. His eyes stalk me as I make the rounds to mine and Luna’s customers. Occasionally, I sneak a peek as I give everyone the best damn service they’ve ever received from a cocktail server. Since I’m under the microscope, I laugh, flirt, put an extra sway in my hips, hoping to prove I’m destined for the VIP rooms.

The more I turn on the charm, the more displeased he seems. He barks orders to a few of the security team members before he lifts his amber-colored drink to his lips and drains it. I can’t help but notice his large hand wrapped around the crystal, which leads me to thinking about how that hand would feel spanking my ass. God, this job—this lascivious environment—is fucking with my head.

To prove I’m not affected by him, I force my feet to take the necessary steps toward him.

“Took you long enough.” A small smile plays with his lips. “Is this how long you take to greet all your guests?”

I’m not sure why he’s baiting me since he just stared at me for fifteen minutes, watching my every move. I shake my head. “No, I’m always on top of my tables.”

“Is that true?”

“Yes.” Something primitive in me feels like a simple “yes” isn’t sufficient for a man who threatened to spank me. It feels bare, unfinished. So, I complete it. “Yes, sir.”

Approval flashes behind his whiskey-colored gaze, and he rasps out his next words. “You want to be a Greedy Girl, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” I whisper.

Chapter 10

Devereaux

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