Page 22 of Such a Good Girl

“Did I do okay earlier?” she asked, “In the VIP lounge?”

“You did great,” I said, nodding. “The job is yours, if you want it.”

“Really?” she asked, Her eyes lit up. “Thank you so much! I’ll do a great job, I promise.”

“I know you will.”

“So, where will I be?”

“What do you mean?”

“Where will I work? You mentioned some private club earlier? I assumed it was some kind of secret, is that right? Your partner’s reaction…”

Shit. I’d run my mouth, hadn’t I? As often as I let my cock guide me, I knew now that it was best to listen to my partners’ warnings and give it a little time before I told this perfect stranger our secret.

Despite my cock wanting to dive in head first, I first needed to test the waters. Anything else would be reckless.

“You’ll stay in the VIP room for a while,” I told her, ignoring her mention of the secret club.

My vagueness clearly wasn’t lost on her, but she let it go. “Sounds sexy.”

“Does it?” I asked, my eyes over her body again. With her hip cocked and her knees crossed, she was all sex and curves, soft hair and flashing eyes. My eyes landed on the hem of her skirt. I itched to lift it and bend her over my desk even more than I did before she’d walked in. Having her in here all alone only made the urge grow.

“Have you ever done any acting, Rosie?” I asked.

“Me? God, no.”

“Too bad.”

“Why do you ask?”

“I’m making a movie and looking for a lead actress.”

She scoffed, shaking her head. “I am not your girl, West. Trust me on that one.”

I stood up in front of her. She was so close. I could smell the sweetness of her perfume wafting off of her skin. I reached down to the plunging neckline of her top and pulled it down just a little more, exposing more of her ample cleavage.

Her moan was the approval I needed. I reached up to her lip again, running a thumb over it and yearning to press my lips to hers.

“You’re a fucking masterpiece, Rosie. You’d be fantastic on film, I bet.”

“That’s not the same as acting.” She shook her head. “My face gives everything away. Trust me on this.”

I stared down at her, my cock throbbing painfully, and tried to decide just how long I could wait.

“Can you start tomorrow night?” I asked.

“I can do anything you want,” she quipped with a sly smile.

“Be careful you don’t over promise there, Rosie.”

“Oh, trust me,” she laughed, heading for the door, “I’m not.”

Her laughter lingered in the air long after she’d left. My hand stayed in a death grip on my cock until I’d found the release I’d needed since I first laid eyes on her.

ChapterSeven

KAYLEE

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