Page 40 of Such a Good Girl

“You’re blushing, Little Rose,” West said, watching my reaction. “Just like last night.”

“I was just thinking about that,” I admitted.

“Don’t worry, Rosie,” he said, his thumb rubbing against my palm, “we will have plenty of time to play together again.”

“I hope so,” I said, looking over at him. He pulled me close, kissing me again, harder this time, his tongue darting out and sliding sensuously against mine.

“Your ass turned the prettiest shade of pink, you know,” he whispered in my ear as he pulled his lips away.

I knew I was blushing, but the deep red lights of the club hid it. I was thankful for that. I needed to be a bold and adventurous woman tonight, not a shy blushing girl.

The next room was made to look like a classroom, with lots of books and rulers lying around. The next was an office,and was being used by a woman dressed in a fitted suit. Her jacket hung open, revealing her bare breasts. In front of her, a naked man donned a collar that was attached to the leash she held. She laughed as he kneeled before her and enthusiastically licked the tips of her Louboutins.

I smirked, shaking my head.

“He’s the founder of one of the biggest tech companies on the planet,” West whispered.

“And her?”

“His stay-at-home wife.” He nodded as if that were obvious, as we left them to finish their scene. “Power play is very popular here.”

The next room was another cage scene, with a man sitting inside, all alone and crying.

“Is he okay?” I asked West.

“He’s never been happier,” West laughed. “He’s a judge. He pays to come here and pretend he’s been abandoned in jail for hours before a woman pretending to be the warden comes in and forces him to eat her out before she sets him free.”

“I see.”

“Your job is to watch, observe, but stay in the background mostly. Make sure people have what they need. It’s not always drinks. Sometimes, it’s lube. Sometimes, it’s a towel. Sometimes, it’s condoms or advice. A lot of the time, people just want someone to talk to. Our customers pay handsomely to be here, but they pay for the discretion we provide. If you recognize someone, it’s your job to pretend that you have no idea who they are, even if you just saw them on social media earlier in the day. And, if someone wants to talk to you all night, then you let them, and you enjoy it. Understood?”

I nodded.

“Speaking of social media, Rosie,” he said. “I tried to vet you last night by checking out your accounts to make sure there wasn’t anything concerning. We do that for everyone we hire. I couldn’t find anything. Why not?”

“Oh, I don’t do social media. I guess that’s why I didn’t know about your divorce. It’s just a waste of time. Plus, I like my privacy. I don’t want our corporate overlords to know about everything I do.”

“So, what do you do with your time?”

I paused. Telling him I read my case files over and over, hoping for a new clue to surface, while watching episodes of House Hunters wasn’t an acceptable answer. On the fly, I made up a few hobbies, hoping they sounded plausible. “I spend a lot of time watching old movies while slathering cheap face masks on my skin, mostly. Sometimes I hang out at the beach and read steamy romance novels. That’s about it.”

“That doesn’t sound very exciting.”

“No, it doesn’t, does it? Especially not here,” I said, as he led me up another flight of stairs, his hand still firmly holding mine.

“Maybe I can add some excitement to your life,” he said, pulling me into a dark corner and kissing me again, his hands roaming over my hips. I leaned into him, moaning into his hot mouth, lust rushing through my veins.

“God, West, you already are.” I shook my head as I pulled away. He grabbed my hand again with a smile, and led me down a small dark hallway and into a large open room that was filled with four different couples. I suppressed a gasp when I saw what was going on.

Three of the women and one of the men were suspended from the ceiling. Their bodies were tied up in an elaborate weaving of ropes, knotted and bound in such an intricate manner that it resembled an art form.

Their partners worked diligently and quietly as they continued to bind them, as if they were sculpting them with careful precision.

“This is Kinbaku,” West said, noticing how enthralled I was. “Are you familiar with it?”

“No,” I whispered, the word escaping my mouth in a rush of excitement. They were tied up just like the victims. My heart was pounding in my chest. Maybe I’d finally found a link. “It’s beautiful.”

He nodded, slowly, a small smile spreading across his face at my obvious excitement.

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