Page 17 of Tantalizing Kings

Ican do this. It’sno big deal. They’re just boys... crazy handsome boys who can probably make a girl cream her panties with just one look, but they’re only boys.

I’ve spent the whole weekend with the girls. Most of it in person hanging out at my place, but the rest was us chatting in our group chat. The type of things they said I should ask the guys to teach me is kind of terrifying and intimidating. I just want a guy to be able to have sex with me and get me off, too. Everything else is just a bonus. But the things they were talking about were straight out of a BDSM book.

I’ve been on edge all morning, trying to let the girls’ words of encouragement hype me up, but I’ve felt sick to my stomach.

Who am I kidding? I can’t do this.

I go to turn around and run with my tail tucked between my legs when I bump into a solid chest.

“Shit, sorry,” I huff out, looking up to see who it is. My belly swoops, and my palms start to sweat as I see Declan pushing his glasses up his nose.

“Leaving already?” he asks, a small smirk forming on his lip as he raises a brow.

“Ah... no?” I say, blinking up at him as my heart races.

“Really? Then why were you heading in the opposite direction?” he asks, grabbing my shoulders and spinning me around to face the gold and red doors. “The Host Club room is that way.”

“Right.” I let out an awkward laugh.

“Come on.” He takes a step forward, then looks at me over his shoulder. “Unless you're having second thoughts?”

I swallow hard, trying to school my expression because Iwashaving second thoughts, I really was. But I don’t want fear to keep me from missing out on things. And honestly, doing a few things for these guys is worth it if I get to be with them in ways I’ve only ever dreamed about. It’s kind of pathetic how hard I’ve been crushing on them for years, and I’m secretly jumping for joy at this chance.

“No!” I’m quick to respond. I blush at my outburst and clear my throat. “No, I’m not backing out,” I reiterate, holding my head high. “Let’s do this.”

His playful smile makes my belly flutter as he shakes his head. I follow as he walks us into the room.

This time, I take a moment to look around. It’s like something out of a history book. The walls are just big bookshelves, covered in hundreds of old books. All the furniture is handcrafted wood. People sit in little seating areas around the room; the couches are Victorian in style and the wooden tables are made of oak.

My eyes widen as I stare up at the balcony that overlooks the room. I have no idea how I missed it the first time. From what I can see, there are some tables, couches, and more bookshelves. I feel like Belle in the Beast’s castle library. Only this room isn’t for me to enjoy. I’m here to work, to do a job. Whatever that might be.

The thought of not knowing what they will ask of me makes my belly flip.

Declan walks me past the other Host Club members chatting with their clients and to the back of the room, in the little office like last time.

“There she is!” Grayson says in a cheerful voice, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. My heart does a little skip at the sight of him.He’s so damn handsome. They all are.

“Alright, let's do this,” I say, feigning confidence. “Where do you want me? Is there some kind of private room?” I ask, looking around.

Grayson chuckles as Preston steps forward, a scowl etched on his face. He runs a hand through his dirty blond locks. “Private room?”

“Well, I’m not doing it out here where everyone can see me.” I furrow my brow as my nose scrunches. “I might be willing to sleep with all three of you, but I’m not doing it with other people around.” I’m not sure what kind of things they are into, but voyeurism with a good chunk of the guys from the University sophomore year class watching is not on the list of things I’m willing to do.

Preston stares at me like I’ve grown a second head, and embarrassment floods me, making my cheeks heat.Fuck. I’m stupid.So stupid.

“You think we're going to just take you to a room during school hours and fuck you?” he asks me, taking a step forward.

My heart thunders in my chest as my body breaks out into a cold sweat. “You think just because we made a deal with you, that we're going to drop all our clients to give you all of our attention?”

“N-no,” I stutter, my eyes flicking between his narrowed storming ones.

“Prest, chill,” Grayson says in a warning tone, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him back. “What the fuck is your problem?” he growls lowly, getting in Preston’s face.

Preston just glares at him before turning around. “Here's how this is going to go,” Preston starts, perching his ass on the side of the desk. I feel like an idiot right now. Of course, they’re not going to do this here and now.

I stand there mortified, trying to hold back my tears of humiliation. I want to run.God, this was a bad idea.

“For the next week, you're to come here at lunch. You observe, you watch us in our element. You get the clients things like refreshments or anything they might need so that our host members don’t have to waste their valuable time with their clients. Then, if we deem that you’ve done a good enough job and can trust that you can hold up your part of this deal, then we will start on our end. Got it?”

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