Page 26 of Such a Good Girl

But, like all the women I’d fucked in an effort to get Danika out of my mind after I broke up with her, once I’d had them, my interest faded and I was on to the next conquest.

Tonight, I wanted my conquest to be Rosie.

I’d been aware of her presence since I arrived to see her working quietly behind the bar, straightening up in the VIP room, and carefully maneuvering around the decorators before the club opened. We’d not spoken yet, but I felt like an invisible string connected us. I seemed to be subconsciously aware of her every movement.

I’d left her another outfit in the dressing room earlier and I couldn’t wait to see her in it.

I was enchanted by her. I thought about her constantly. I couldn’t wait to fuck her, so the obsession would end, though. It was enormously distracting. I had other things that I needed to be thinking about, and my mind kept drifting to the vision of her hips swaying as she walked away from me last night.

“I need to tell you both something,” Rian said, breaking me out of my trance. “Privately.”

Theo and I followed Rian up to the owners’ box upstairs and closed the door behind us.

“What’s up?” Theo asked, running a hand through his thick black locks as he sank into the couch.

Rian stood by the window, watching everyone work below us. “I talked to my friend in the LAPD. He’s not exactly sure what’s going on, but he gave me a heads-up. Something’s going on in homicide. The team that’s investigating the recent murders of the actresses that are all over the news? They opened a case on the club.”

“Our club? What the fuck? Why?” Theo asked, his eyes widening in alarm.

“He doesn’t know. He overheard a conversation, that’s all. He’s going to look into it, but in the meantime, I wanted to give you both a heads-up. Be careful who you trust. Keep your mouth shut and your eyes open.”

“Fuck,” I muttered, shaking my head. “Those three women were Profane members, but I rarely saw them here. I wonder what the connection is? And how the fuck would the cops even know about Profane?”

“We don’t know that they do. My source mentioned the Hush Hush Club, not Profane. Still, I don’t know,” Rian said. “But I don’t fucking like it. The last thing we need is the cops digging deep around here, and you both know that. I was worried this was going to happen when I saw that shit on TMZ.”

“We aren’t doing anything wrong,” I insisted. “Nothing truly dangerous happens at Profane. Even if they found out about it, it’s all just fantasy and totally consensual.”

“That doesn’t mean what happens at Profane doesn’t lead to other,more dangerous situations.” Theo shot me a pointed look. “And you know that, West.”

“Anything that happens outside of Profane is not the club’s responsibility,” I reminded him.

“If I find out that any member of Profane, or someone on staff, fucking snitched,” Theo raged as he stood up and started pacing around the office, “I swear to God, they will regret it with every ounce of their fucking soul.”

“We don’t know that anyone did that,” I reminded him.

“True, we don’t really know anything yet.” Rian shrugged. “I don’t know, man. I’m just giving you the information. I’ll keep you posted if I find out anything else.”

“Thanks,” Theo said. “I don't know what we can do that we aren’t already doing. Should we step up security? I can add a few more guys.”

“I don’t know how that would help,” I said. He was unhinged and paranoid, and I refused to mirror his fears. “Everything seems to be under control right now.”

“Does it?” Theo snapped. “This is terrible fucking news, West!”

“For all we know, Theo, they’ve opened files on every club these women ever went to. Don’t be so paranoid, for fuck’s sake!”

“That attitude is what’s going to get us fucked,” Rian cautioned. “We have to be diligent, dude. Making little movies and shit is not being discreet.”

“Well, at this fucking rate, the movie won’t be getting made anyway. I can’t find anyone that’s suitable for the lead role, so maybe stop bitching about it for a while.”

“I’ll believe that when I see it,” Theo said, his voice laced with sarcasm.

“Look, us turning on each other isn’t going to help shit,” said Rian.

“You’re right.” I was up with both of them. The stress of the club and the pressure from the studio to complete the casting was getting to me. I needed a release. And I needed it now. “I gotta go.”

I had every intention of going straight up to Profane, putting on my mask, and finding some partner willing to let me take out my frustrations on them. My cock was throbbing with need. My body was tense and painfully wound up with an itch that had only one way to scratch it.

By now, the club was rocking.

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