Page 6 of Room Ten: Put on a Show

“Oh, no, sweetie, it’s not that kind of club,” Kenna replied. “All you have to do is bring your birthday suit and a decent amount of stamina. I like to play for hours and hours. Let’s see if you can keep up.”

As she turned away with a devastating wink and a little wave of her fingers, Troy’s gaze drifted down her figure.

“Trust me, that won’t be a problem, sweetheart.”

I slid a sideways glance in Merrick’s direction. He rolled his eyes.

***

“Baron,” Kenna called from her bedroom in a sing-song voice.

For the remainder of the weekend, I’d been dreading this moment—watching Kenna get ready for her rendezvous at Club Sin with Troy Sewell. She’d invited other men to the club before, which wasn’t easy to watch either, but at least they weren’t Troy.

Now, I would have to stand guard outside that room—Room Ten—and listen to every sound she made, every gasp and moan. Knowing exactly what was going on behind that door while I quietly seethed.

“Baron, I need your help with something,” Kenna called again.

I sighed. Merrick was in one of the numerous guest rooms of Kenna’s mansion, grabbing a few hours of sleep. Otherwise, I would have made him answer Kenna instead.

Reluctantly, I emerged from the dark hallway, pushed the door open, and entered Kenna’s bedroom.

She perched on the edge of her mattress, wearing a spiked, dark purple brasserie that made her tits look so inviting and soft that I wanted to rest my head there, teasing at each perfect mound with my teeth. Her slim-fitting black lace skirt was mostly see-through and left nothing to the imagination, with a slit that reached from ankle to hip. Her eyes were rimmed with a dark liner that made her blue irises look nearly white, and her mouth was painted a lush, wine red. She extended one leg, toes pointed.

“I can’t seem to get the straps on my heels to cooperate. Would you mind lending a hand?”

My gaze dropped to her long legs. I knew what Kenna was doing. She never missed an opportunity to push the boundaries.

I should say no,I thought.Walk away. My job is to protect and defend. Not coddle and service her like a princess.

“Please?” Kenna said with a smile.

Fuck.

Before I could stop myself, I was moving across the room. If Merrick could see me now, he would scold me for giving in to her so easily.

Kenna’s gaze followed me as I approached. She bit her lower lip, satisfied with herself that she got what she wanted. As I crouched down on one knee, I cupped her heel in my palm and lifted her leg. Sliding her shoe onto her foot, I adjusted the thin straps over her arch and secured them in the buckle just above her ankle.

Every time my fingers brushed against Kenna’s skin, electric jolts of heat rocketed up my fingers, setting my nerves on fire. From this position, it would be so easy to guide her legs over my shoulders, to push her skirt up and pull her panties aside—if she was even wearing any. I suspected she wasn’t, which made my agony even more difficult to endure. To think that I was so close to her bare pussy was the cruelest torture.

It took every ounce of concentration and self-control I possessed to slide her other shoe into place. The sweet scent of her perfume filled my lungs—Divine Desire, her favorite. I should know. She’d tested dozens of perfumes, presenting her bare wrist to me and asking my opinion.

What do you think, Baron?

As if I could form a single coherent thought when all I wanted to do was kiss her there.

I rose to my feet now and offered my hand. Kenna took it as she stood. I waited a moment to make sure she didn’t wobble on those sinful stilettos, before I finally released my hold on her hand.

“How do I look?” she asked, giving a little twirl.

My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth, fighting back a thousand things that would be entirely inappropriate and unprofessional to say.

Before I could come up with a response, her phone chirped with a notification. She scooped it up from her bedside table and her eyes brightened.

“It’s Troy. He’s on his way to Club Sin.”

Grateful to focus on the neutral territory of my job, I slid my hand under Kenna’s elbow and gestured to the door.

“We should get moving then. I’d prefer to arrive before Troy so Merrick and I can sweep the room.”

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