Page 18 of Such a Good Girl

“Hey.”

“Hello,” she replied, putting her empty tray down on the table.

“What’s your name?” I asked, entranced with her flashing green eyes.

“Rosie,” she said, her voice confidently rising above the music. She wore a silky white sleeveless blouse and a black pencil skirt that hugged her curves. My fingertips twitched as my eyes trailed over her intoxicating body.

“I’m West,” I said, hooking a thumb at my colleagues. “This is Theo and Rian.”

She nodded and smiled politely. I gestured for her to sit down and she slid into the booth next to me. My pulse quickened as she drew near, my cock twitching in my jeans.

Fuck, she was beautiful.

“You’re doing a great job so far. I’m really impressed. I want to hire you. Do you want to work in our VIP room? Or…” I paused, knowing Theo and Rian would protest but I didn’t give a shit. “Maybe you’d be interested in auditioning for our private club?”

“There’s a private club?” she asked, smiling curiously at me. “I had no idea. That sounds so fun.”

Rian strode around to where I sat, and punched my arm. “Dude, what the fuck?”

Theo stood up and gestured for me to follow him.

“I’ll be right back, don’t move,” I said to her. She nodded and I slid out of the boothtofollowing Theo as Rian joined us. We walked a dozen feet away, where the loud music muffled our words.

I still stared at Rosie, though. Something about her lured me in like a sailor listening to a siren’s song.

“What the fuck are you doing, West?” Theo hissed.

“She’s great,” I said. “She’s fucking hot, she hasn’t spilled a drop, she’s handling the crowd effortlessly.”

“You don’t even know her. You can’t just invite her to work at Profane yet. You know it takes a while for someone to graduate to that. We have to trust them first. What if she’s a reporter or something? Why are you trying to screw us over like that?”

“I’m not, but you’re both fucking paranoid.”

“Hire her, fine, dude, but give it a few months first,” he begged.

“I respect you both, but you’re crazy if I’m not taking her to Profane as soon as I can get her to sign the NDA.”

“You just want to fuck her, West!” Rian insisted. He was one hundred percent correct. “The answer’s no. She’s gotta work here at least a month before we can move her up. Go stick your dick in someone else for a while, man. We need to know she can handle the pressure. Everyone’s going to come onto her, just fucking look at her!”

“Yeah, I know, man,” I said. “That’s why I want to move her up to Profane. But whatever, I’ll wait. I am putting her in the VIP room, though.”

“Whatever, dude,” Theo said. I could tell he was pissed at me, but I honestly didn’t care. I respected his need for privacy, but sometimes I hated his rigidity.

I left them there steaming and went back to the table where Rosie was waiting for me, clearly having witnessed the heated exchange.

“Come with me,” I said as I walked up. “I’m taking you to the VIP lounge.”

I might not be able to get her up to Profane so I could have my way with her just yet, but I wasn’t about to let Theo and Rian cock block me so quickly. I’d take her home with me if I had to.

“Is this the private club you were talking about?”

“No,” I said. “We’ll show you that another time. I’m going to put you to work in here tonight. Your job is to cater to the VIP’s every desire. If you see a glass half empty, fill it up. If you overhear someone talking about something they want, provide it if you can.”

“What does that mean, exactly?” she asked, tossing her hair over her shoulders and flashing me a flirty smile. “I’m sure there’s limits to what services you provide here, right?”

“It’s not a brothel, if that’s what you mean.” I winked. “Unless you want it to be?”

She laughed, her eyes flashing again. Every time she smiled at me, my cock throbbed. I decided if I couldn’t sink my cock into her right now, I could at least eye fuck her for a while.

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