Page 25 of Such a Good Girl

“I’m glad,” West said, reaching up and pushing a lock of hair behind my ears. He handed me a glass of champagne and I gladly took it from him, sipping it as he watched me. “What are your plans for the rest of the night?”

His eyes landed on my lips and I couldn’t help but smile as I wondered what it might be like to kiss him.

“Going home to soak in a hot bath,” I said, reminding myself that he could potentially be the murderer. Going home with him right away was probably not the best idea. “I’m exhausted.”

“And then what?”

“I don’t know. Probably scroll through the latest gossip sites on my phone. See if there are any updates on those actresses that got murdered. I heard they may announce new details soon.”

“You follow that stuff?”

“Don’t you? Especially with the rumored connection to the club?”

“This club?”

“Yeah, I saw it on TMZ the other night, didn’t you?” I asked, shooting him a curious glance. I was pushing it, probably. “Were you working the nights those women went missing? Were they here?”

“I really don’t know.” He shook his head. “It’s terrible what happened, but I trust the cops to do the right thing.”

“Of course.”

“I’d rather think about what’s real and right in front of me at this moment.”

He cocked his head, his azure eyes practically fucking me at this point. He reached down and traced a finger along the edge of my plunging neckline, his hand lingering at the skin between my breasts. My breath caught in my throat as he slid his finger suggestively up and down the front of my chest.

“Sure you don’t want to come home with me?” His voice was thick with lust, igniting something deep inside of me.

Was I sure?Fuck yes, I wanted to go home with him. But something held me back. Mainly, my job. And the fact that he might be a murderer, of course. I could hardly forget that.

The thing was, I desperately needed information. Pillow talk might just be where I’d find it, but my instincts told me jumping into bed with West right off the bat might not be the best way to obtain it. I needed him to trust me a little more first.

“Raincheck?” I asked, reaching over and cupping his face boldly. “I’m exhausted.”

“Another night,” he said, catching my hand and bringing my fingers to his lips. The heat of his mouth on my skin made my stomach flip with desire. I could hardly breathe as he stared deeply into my eyes. “I have every intention of tasting you someday, Rosie.”

He was bold. Uncomfortably so. Was he like this with everyone? I hated that I was reacting to his moves so intensely. I needed to stay professional and not let those lips brushing against my skin unnerve me so much.

“Oh, you’re bad,” I replied, playfully shaking my head. With a smile, I untangled myself from him and turned to walk away, knowing my ass was on full display for him to enjoy.

When I threw one last look over my shoulder before disappearing out of sight, it thrilled me to see he was still watching.

ChapterEight

WEST

“How does it look?” I asked, stepping back and looking at the club. We’d hired an events company to decorate it for our annual festival, Carnival of Sin. They’d embellished the entire space with a glittery facade of black, gold, and silver, transforming the space into an opulent display of sparkles and shadows.

“What do you think of these?” Rian held a shimmering, silver-sequined mask over his eyes, the disco lights above him throwing dancing speckles of light over his ghostly smile.

“Looks familiar,” I smirked, as he placed it back on top of the pile on the table in front of us.

“Shut up, dude,” Theo, always the cautious one, chimed in. Any reference to anything that went on inside of Profane or below was strictly prohibited outside the doors. I was expected to know this and abide by those rules at all times, of course.

We both knew I’d not said a word about it, only made a brief reference to the mask, but Theo knew what I was referring to and that was enough for him. His worry was completely absurd. So, I ignored him as I always did. Which only pissed him off more.

We watched as the staff performed some last-minute tasks before the doors opened for the night. Tonight’s event was sold out, and in moments the doors would open and the most beautiful people in Los Angeles would strut through the entrance. The glittering elites all hoped to see and be seen, be entertained and find their next friend or love interest or most likely — their next sexual partner.

In the middle of the room, two of our dancers were climbing up into their cages suspended high above the dance floor. They were two of the sexiest and most talented strippers in town, and were as naked as they could legally be. And, if I was being honest, real fucking wild cats in bed — as I’d just fucked them both at the same time last week.

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