Page 59 of Such a Good Girl

He glanced up curiously. “Yeah?”

“Theo…he…well, he um…he just fired me.”

“No the fuck he did not!” he barked, standing up quickly and heading for the door.

“West, wait!” I said, putting my hand on his bicep. “Rian came to my rescue and said I wasn’t fired. But I just wanted to tell you what happened, before you hear Theo’s side.”

“Okay, tell me,” he said, sitting back down.

“It was innocent, I promise. I heard someone talking about private circles, outside of Profane, and I was just asking Lily about them.”

I fudged the story a little, taking the blame for Lily out of the situation completely. The last thing I wanted was to get her in trouble.

“Theo overheard me asking about it. I think he assumed I was trying to make my own private circles? He accused me of trying to steal business away from the club. I wasn’t.”

He nodded, slowly, squinting his eyes at me. I knew he was searching my face to see if I was being truthful.

“You want to go private with others, Rosie?” he finally asked.

“What? No!”

“You said you were curious.”

“God, I am,” I said, looking away shyly, before meeting his gaze again. “I am. But only with you, honestly.”

He raised a brow and a slow smile spread across his face. He was so deliciously handsome when his face lit up with mischief like that. “Is that so?”

“Yes,” I admitted in a hushed whisper.

“So, are you saying you liked it when I warmed up your pretty ass with the whip?”

I swallowed hard, feeling his words go right to my center.

“Yes,” I hissed.

“Are you saying you want more?”

“I think so. I’m wildly curious what it would feel like to go…further.”

“I’d relish the opportunity to tie you up, Little Rose. Just say the word.”

He was so far away, sitting behind his desk and not making any move to come towards me.

Did he truly want me? Or did he just want to play with me?

There were times he looked at me like I was just a piece of ass to conquer. Other times, like the other night after dinner when he opened up to me and seemed almost vulnerable, it felt like this was something else entirely.

I wasn’t sure which West I was dealing with right now.

If I asked, would he do all the things he kept talking about? The scenes I’d witnessed at the club tonight flashed in my mind. The woman with the leashed man digging her shoe into his flesh. The smacking sounds of flesh being beaten echoing through the place. The women suspended and tied up, her faced serene with complete bliss.

Danika with her legs spread wide, and the flexing muscles in the back and ass of the muscular masked man pounding into her.

It was a lot to take in.

It was a lot to feel.

Would I be able to handle any of that?

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