Page 42 of Such a Good Girl

Sometimes, I still found my own eyes widening with surprise.

I could tell Rosie was nervous. She kept running away any time I got her alone.

But she’d be mine soon. I could be patient. It wouldn’t be fun until she was really ready, anyway.

So,I watched.

I waited.

I yearned for that right moment to present itself.

And when it did? I was going to strike so hard that there would be no doubt about how much I wanted her.

I’d let her go home after her shift last night without trying to get her to come home with me. But right before she left, she’d invited me to go to a distillery this afternoon. It wasn’t something I’d normally do, but she’d said they were showcasing different variations of negronis and she’d remembered that I liked them.

I was so touched that I had to say yes. Plus, it would be one more way to spend time with her and get to know her better. One step closer to getting her naked and in my bed.

In the meantime, I had work to do. I’d gone home last night and slept like a baby after relieving myself to thoughts of Rosie’s perfectly round ass. Today, I was ready to finally choose a lead actress once and for all. The uncertainty of everything was driving me fucking crazy.

Joey hovered in my office as I looked through the endless number of headshots the casting agency had couriered over this morning.

“How’s your coffee?” he asked. “I ordered lunch from the Crescent Deli and got you that Monte Cristo you love so much.”

“It’s fine,” I said, waving him off. He was practically drooling down my neck as he looked over the photos with me.

“Oh, she’s pretty,” he said, pointing to a pretty blonde. “She was in River’s Edge, that movie that came out last year.”

“I remember. She’d be a good fit if she dyed her hair red, but she’s a terrible actress.” I tossed the photo aside and kept going.

“That one!” Joey said, pointing to a young, up-and-coming actress that I recognized from a limited Netflix series I’d seen a few years ago. “She’s perfect, don’t you think?”

“No, I don’t think, Joey!” I barked, increasingly annoyed with him. His breath smelled like coffee and he was way too close to me. “Can you back up, please?”

He twitched like a kicked dog and took two steps back towards the wall, lowering his head. All of which served to annoy me even more. Why the fuck was he even here?

“Joey, why don’t you take the day off? I’m all good. I can do this by myself.”

“But, your lunch —.”

“— I can handle the delivery on my own. Thanks for arranging it. I’m leaving soon anyway. I’m going with Rosie to visit a distillery.”

“Rosie, the new hire?” he asked, surprised.

“Yes, Joey.”

“Do you really think you should be spending personal time with an employee?”

My head spun towards him so fast I almost got whiplash. Anger raged through my veins instantly. “Fuck off, it’s none of your business!”

“Right, sorry, boss, so sorry,” he groveled. He was pathetic and irritating. “I’m leaving.”

If Joey participated at Profane, he would have been a total bottom. I wondered briefly what his specific sexual proclivities were, but to be honest, it wasn’t difficult to figure them out. He followed me around like a puppy dog, and I was pretty sure he carried that same attitude into the bedroom. I’d never heard him talk about dating, or having a partner, though, so perhaps there wasn’t anyone for him to submit to.

I almost felt sorry for him. I wasn’t always nice to him. But then, I remembered how generously I paid him, and that feeling disappeared. I was grateful to see him heading towards the door without trying to argue with me.

“I could use some time off,” he said, nodding as he opened the door. “But call me if anything pops up, okay? I can be back here in just a few minutes.”

He’d recently signed a lease on a new apartment near the club so he could be close to work. Which cemented my belief that he didn’t have much of a life outside of the club.

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