Page 19 of Tantalizing Kings

He gives me a predatory grin. “Trust me, it was very productive. My client left very... satisfied with the quality of my services,” he snarls, stepping closer. This time I hold my ground. He leans in, our lips only a breath apart. I try to keep my breathing steady, not letting him see the effect he has on me. “But don’t worry, Sadie. I’ll make sure you are too when it’s your time.”

I close my eyes, willing him to step away. When I hear his distant chuckle, my eyes snap open to find him gone. I take the chance to get the fuck out of here, rushing out the door, almost crashing into Emma.

“Hey there, hot stuff. Where’s the fire?” She laughs as she steadies me by gripping my shoulders.

“No fire,” I huff, getting myself together. “Come on, I wanna grab something to eat before I’m late for my class.”

“So, how was it?” she asks eagerly as we walk to the cafe.

“Could’ve been worse,” I sigh. “But they want to have me do some work for them before they help me on my end.”

“Trust me, Sade, it’s gonna be worth it. If anyone can show you how a man should be in the bedroom, it’s them.”

As much as I want to sayI hope so, the idea of how many girls they’ve slept with to gain their skills unsettles me. I shouldn’t be jealous, they’re not mine. They can sleep with whoever they want, however often they want. It still doesn’t change the fact that I am.

I hope this feeling goes away, or working for them is going to become my own personal hell.

Chapter 6

Sadie

My phone chimes againfor the millionth time this morning. Huffing, I bring up the group chat and put it on mute. The girls have been blowing up the group chat, teasing me about the Host Club.

When I told them the conditions of the deal, Alice pouted and said she didn’t want to wait that long to hear about how they blew my mind. I swear, all that girl thinks about is sex.

I don’t mind waiting a week. I don’t mind waiting longer. Because I’mnotready. What I asked of them... it’s personal. It’s intimate and while I’m okay with having sex with someone that I’m not dating or have feelings for, that isn’t the case when it comes to these guys.

In some form or another, we have a past. I share something special, at least to me, with each of them. I don’t stand a chance of having anything more than this with them. But it’s something. At least I can look back and know I had them in some way.

When the time comes and I find someone I can build a future with, I’ll know what to do in the bedroom. I know that should be something you learn as you go, to explore it with your partner, but I wasted three years of my life already with someone who only cared about himself in the bedroom. He was an okay boyfriend. Until he wasn’t.

I want to feel confident and sexy the next time I’m with someone I love.

Once I’m done blow-drying my hair, I shake it out and run a brush through it. Grabbing my hair tie, I reach around to gather up my hair but pause. Biting the inside of my cheek, I smile at myself in the mirror. Grayson likes my hair down. Normally, I don’t care what anyone thinks; it’s my body, I do as I please. Even with Raymond, he would always comment on the fact that I like to wear the school sweater instead of the blazer. But I didn’t care. The sweater is more comfortable. And even though I wore the blazer a few times the first week of school, I put on the red sweater with the school crest today.

I toss the hair tie down on my dresser and give myself a once over. I’m not wearing any makeup, but with my naturally wavy, sandy blonde hair brought forward, I feel pretty.

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