Page 29 of Such a Good Girl

KAYLEE

Jesus fucking Christ.

Staying in a professional mindset was almost impossible with this guy.

I’d never been more thankful I wasn’t wearing a wire or a bodycam. Hoskins would never have let me live down the fact that West Foster had his fucking tongue down my throat and his thumb rubbing my lips. As happy as I was that Hoskins would never know about this, I couldn’t wait to get home to tell Violet.

I could hear her shrieking already.

I stepped away from him, grabbed the bottle off the desk, and poured us both another shot. I needed space to think. West was so close, too close for me to even breathe properly.

I took a sip from my glass, the warmth spreading through me but doing nothing to put out the fire West had ignited inside of my body.

“I can’t believe this is your life every night,” I said, trying to find a way back to pulling information from him. All I wanted to do was let him shove his tongue back down my throat, but that wasn’t what I was getting paid for. “This place is just…magical.”

“I’m not here all the time. More so lately, than usual,” he replied, his hand resting lightly on my hip, his eyes glued to my lips.

My pulse raced.

“I’m glad you like it here.”

“The reputation alone was enough to get me to visit. I never thought I’d actually get hired, so thank you.”

“Why not? You’re beautiful, Rosie.” He reached up and ran his hand over my cheek, and I felt the blood rush to my face. “Blushing again. Little Rose, I like that.”

“You’re very flattering,” I replied. “Are you like this with everyone?”

“No,” he said, growing serious. “In fact, just the opposite. Most women bore me pretty quickly.”

“I see. Seems like it would be hard to get bored around here, though. Everyone is so beautiful, so sexy…”

“Not as sexy as you, Little Rose.”

His attention was over the top. Intense and hot and bordering on awkward. But I was determined to use it to my advantage. I was here for information, not flattery.

“You’re the sexy one, West,” I said, flipping my hair over my shoulders and batting my eyelashes, hoping like hell it appeared natural and not like I was trying out for a fucking shampoo commercial. I leaned into him, pressing my breasts against his chest, and lowered my voice to a whisper. “I’ve heard a few of the customers say there’s some kind of private kinky sex club upstairs, only for the wealthiest celebrities. And you said something yourself. Won’t you tell me? Everyone’s so mysterious about it. Why? Is it true?”

His eyes widened, then raked down to my chest and back up to peer deeply into my eyes. At first, I thought he wasn’t going to answer. But then he grinned, a mischievous spark lighting in his eyes.

“Why are you asking?”

“Because I thought it might be fun to work there,” I said.

“Why?”

“I’ve always been curious about that kind of stuff. It turns me on, I think, I’m not sure, really,” I said, my eyes landing on his lips. I wanted him to kiss me again.

“Is that so?” he asked, his voice sexy and low, the heat between us rising.

I nodded, biting my bottom lip. I’d never been much of a flirt. More of a hardass, honestly. But this man was so sexy he brought it out in me, with his obvious attraction and desire to get into my pants, er, uh — latex panties. The very ones I couldn’t wait to get out of, for more reasons than one.

“So?” I asked. “Is it true? Is there really a private sex club here?”

“What if I told you there was?”

“Then I’d ask you to show it to me.”

He laughed, nodding, watching me carefully.

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