Page 36 of Such a Good Girl

I had no idea. But if I was going to rule him out, I needed to get close to him. I hadn’t considered that I might actually have to get into bed with him when I took this case. I never expected that sleeping with one of Hollywood’s hottest film stars would be a job requirement. I wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it all, but I was way too attracted to him to laugh about it.

I wanted him, and his obvious interest in me — or at least his obvious interest in fucking me — was flattering as hell. There was no point in denying that.

The next fucking Brad Pitt put his mouth on me? I hoped I’d never wake up from this dream.

By the time I made it to work, I was trembling with nervousness, excitement and pure horniness. All I could think about was West. I parked the car and texted him, as he’d requested.

Hey, it’s Rosie. I’m in my car outside and ready to start my shift.

I opted out of using the heart emoji and waited for his reply.

As I waited, I tried desperately to get my head in the game. This was my chance to finally see what exactly was so secretive about what went on behind the proverbial curtain. I needed to ask the right questions, but I also needed to be alert to opportunities to discover information when others weren’t around. I hoped there would be other waitresses in there that I could make friends with and pry information out of, as well.

In addition to West, there were also Theo and Rian to consider. They’d been remarkably less friendly towards me, though, if not downright cold and rude. Getting on their good side would take a lot more effort.

A knock on my window startled me. I looked up to see West’s handsome face. I rolled down the window and he flashed me his million-dollar smile, leaving no doubt to the reason for his stardom.

“Hey,” I said, after rolling down my window.

“Sorry to scare you,” he said. “Ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

“Did you think about everything I told you?”

“Yes, of course,” I said, as I got out of the car. I followed him quietly as he led me around the back of the building, finally stopping at an unmarked red door that faced the alley.

“There’s one more paper you have to sign, then you’ll be ready.” He punched in a number sequence on the keypad and the door clicked open.

“Another one?”

“It’s a waiver, stating that the club isn’t responsible for any injuries you may receive, things like that. I forgot it yesterday.”

“Sounds like a worker safety issue,” I remarked, winking.

He laughed and opened the door, gesturing for me to go inside. I walked into an empty room with concrete walls painted black, and a set of metal lockers lining one wall. He opened one up and handed me a slip of paper with four numbers on it.

“This is yours. You can put all your things in here,” he said. “That’s the code for the locker so you don’t have to carry around a key.”

“I put everything in here?”

“Everything. Purse, phone…clothes.”

“Clothes?” I asked, eyeing the tiny black dress I was wearing. “I’m assuming you have another outfit I’ll be expected to wear?”

“Something like that. Leave your dress on for now.”

I nodded. Swallowing hard, I placed my purse in the locker and locked it up. I memorized the number of the locker combination and threw it away.

My body was on fire with excitement, and I was amazed the moment had finally come. Yes, I was ready to do my job. But after much contemplation last night, I’d come to realize that I was even more ready to explore.

I could work on the case and learn about myself at the same time.

The spanking West had unloaded on my ass had left me reeling. Left me fantasizing about more. Left me wondering what more would even look like. And left me lost in the haze of lusty desire that it ignited within me.

I’d spent the whole night in my bed, with one hand pressing my vibrator to my clit and the other one shoved inside of my wet pussy, thinking about West, thinking about this place. Thinking about what I’d see there, learn there, discover about myself there.

And now — there had turned into ‘here.’ I stood excitedly, staring at West with expectations that I wasn’t even sure would hold up. I imagined that what went on here would cause me to feel emotions that I couldn’t even dream of yet.

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