Page 6 of Compelled Obedience

He laughed and threw up his hands in retreat. “From what I heard she wanted a job in the sinful side of our world but didn’t have any experience.”

In watching her moves, I sensed she’d make an excellent addition, but the few women and men selected to work the rooms knew exactly what they were getting into and thrived off the attention. “Well, she is spectacular but not tonight.”

“That’s right. You’re in a shitty mood.” He walked away before I could say something.

Gritting my teeth, I headed toward the bar, catching one of the bartenders’ eyes almost immediately. Shilo didn’t need to ask what I’d prefer, grabbing my favorite bottle of Kentucky bourbon from the shelf and pouring a glass. Neat.

As she placed a cocktail napkin, she gave me a pensive look.

“What’s up, Shilo?”

“I heard an entire baseball team is coming for a post win party this weekend?”

“You’re assuming they’ll win.”

“Oh, for God’s sake, Mr. Wilde, the LA Robins have lost very few games this year. They are almost guaranteed to win the World Series.”

The tension from Elizabeth’s earlier phone call finally easing, I took a sip of my drink. “We shall see. Your concerns?”

“They’re rowdy.”

“Uh-huh.” It was true. The last time a group was in Blackout, fights broke out. “I’ll add additional security.”

She smiled and the entire bar lit up. “Thank you. Anything else I can get you?” She’d flirted with me since she was hired over a year before, but she knew the rules as well as anyone.

No fraternizing among employees was allowed. I had few rules, but that was one I strictly enforced.

Including for myself.

Had I been tempted over the years? Without a doubt. We hired some of the most incredible talent and beautiful people in all of LA. But none of the gorgeous women suited my needs. My time with Elizabeth had erased certain needs. While my reputation as a dangerous man preceded me, few women knew how sadistic I was. However, in my mind, the woman had to be special. Maybe I had no clue what that meant. At this point, my mother would tell me I was wasting my life away, just like my baby sister had ribbed me for the last ten years to find a wife.

That wasn’t on my radar.

“Not a thing, Shilo.”

She pouted, pursing her pretty fuchsia lips before backing away. Maybe I’d call it an early night after my brief meeting. I remained where I was at the bar, watching the same kitty-cat as she gyrated her hips in time to the music, amazed she managed to use every inch of her cage, her moves graceful. I could easily get lost between her long legs for hours, savoring the delicious scent of her pussy.

Shit. My cock was throbbing just thinking about all the filthy things I could do to her. Apparently, I needed to get laid. I did what I could to shove the thoughts aside, taking another gulp of my drink, hoping the smooth taste would help.

It didn’t.

I watched as the cages were lowered, doing what I could to shove my libido back into its cage-like prison. Nothing good came from indulging in my proclivities.

When I heard a ping coming from my phone, I was almost grateful for the interruption. Seeing Anastasia’s text amused the hell out of me.

Tick. Tock. Dearest brother, don’t forget the charity event…

I was a grown man being reminded by his baby sister that I had an awards dinner to go to the next night. She had a better handle on my schedule than I did, and she lived across the country.

I quickly texted her back.

Why would you think I’d forget?

Duh. Because I know you. Remember?

That’s not nice.

I never said I was nice.

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