Page 10 of Tantalizing Kings

There's no way they would take me on as their client. I’m not even sure this is something they would accept, even if my friends think so. Not to mention, I’m nothing like the girls they work with. They’re going to take one look at me and laugh.

“I’m not going in,” I say to myself and turn away from the red and gold wooden doors.

“Oh, yes, you are,” Emma responds, popping up from behind a potted plant.

“What the fuck?!” I jump back, nearly having a heart attack. “Why the hell are you hiding?” I hold my hand to my chest, my heart racing.

“Because we knew you would chicken out,” Mia says, stepping out from behind the statue a few feet behind Emma.

“Really?!” I glare at my best friends as Alice steps out from behind Mia.

“Yeah, really. Come on. Just go in there and see what they can do for you. What can it hurt?”

“My pride, that's what,” I mutter, running a hand down my face. “I can’t really go in there and say ‘hey, I know you guys rent yourselves out to women, so I was wondering if you would let me hire you to help me build confidence when it comes to sex and maybe teach me a few things.’”

“Why not?” Emma shrugs her shoulders. “I would, but my man keeps me very satisfied, thank you very much. And you can’t act like you don’t have a thing for the main Host Club members.”

“I don’t. I don’t even know who they are. It could be full of assholes for all I know.” I toss my arms in the air. “This is crazy.”

“You do know them. Grayson Taylor, Preston Jones, Declan Harris,” Emma lists, a smug smirk spreading across her face.

My jaw drops. “You're kidding me, right? Why has no one told me this!”

“Nope.” Alice and Mia adopt the same smirk as Emma.

My eyes drift to the doors as I nibble on my lower lip. They’re the three guys who have a significant meaning in my life while still being strangers. Because the fact is, I’ve never had a real conversation with any of them, but I have a past with each of them.

“Who better to worship your body like a temple than the men you dream about at night?” Emma wonders as she tosses her arm over my shoulder.

“I do not dream about them,” I huff.Lie, I do. Or at least, I have before.

“Look, if you really don’t want to, you don’t have to,” Emma says, her face growing serious. “If you wanna be single for a bit, just enjoy some you time, go for it. Or maybe go on a few dates and see what's out there. Maybe your next boyfriend will know what to do with his dick and find your clit.”

Emma tries really hard to keep a straight face, but we both burst out laughing, the other two joining in.

“I don’t know, this isn’t something I ever thought I’d do.” I look back at the doors.

“I think you owe it to yourself to explore and see who the real Sadie is. Life is short, don’t spend it with someone who can’t make you cum.”

“Oh my god, can we stop making this all about sex?” I snort, pushing her arm. “They could help me learn to talk to guys, to build up some confidence. I mean, who better to ask what a guy wants than a guy?”

And I want to do this for myself. I want to feel good. To feel wanted. Even if it's just a little fun. But to have a man look at me, really look at me, and not think about anyone else is something I want.

“Fuck it,” I sigh, shaking out the nerves. “I’ll do it. What can it hurt? If I don’t like it, I can always leave. Hell, I don’t even know if I can afford their prices.”

“That's our girl. Get that sexy ass in there and try,” Emma cheers, slapping my ass. I shoot her a quick glare as she winks.

Taking a deep breath in and blowing it out slowly, I head toward the massive red and gold doors.

As soon as I step in, I’m in awe. Classical music with the mix of people talking and laughing drifts around the room.

I feel out of place. I look so... plain next to these girls. They all somehow look like super models in their uniforms.

“Can I help you?” someone asks, startling me. I look over and then up to a very handsome man. He towers over me easily. Grayson Taylor. He’s smirking down at me, a flirty grin on his face, along with a raised brow. His arms are crossed, pulling his red blazer pulling tight around his broad shoulders.

When he clears his throat, my eyes snap up to his and he chuckles deeply— damn it, I do like that sound. He steps forward but I don’t move, my feet rooted in place as I hold my breath, my heart pounding in my chest. His hand reaches out, and I wait to see what he’s going to do.

Reaching around my head, he pulls my satin scrunchie from my ponytail, making my hair tumble down around my shoulders. “Better,” he whispers, licking his lip.

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