Page 15 of Dark, Forbidden, & Taboo

I like him.

He’s a six-foot, seven inch tall mountain of a man that works to keep the girls safe and breaks up more fights than a damn referee at a professional boxing match.

He gives me a toothy grin as I stop in front of him, lookingwayup to tease him about his stature.

He’s got beautifully dark brown skin, light brown eyes, a scar from the left side of his forehead down to his jaw, and a mop of black hair on top of his head.

Even with as scary as he looks, he’s one of the sweetest men that I’ve ever come across.

“Just wondering if she’s in the mood for a private show is all,” I tell him with a grin as I shove my hands into my jean pockets.

“I’ll find out for ya,” he assures me with a friendly smile. “Be right back.”

I nod as I glance around the room.

There are men in the darker corners of the club feeling all over the dancers that are straddling them. Some are going a little too far having fistfuls of hair and jerking their heads forward and backward, but if the girls ever felt uncomfortable or uneasy, they’d let one of the guys that works here know.

Pulling my hands out of my pockets, I cross my arms loosely over my chest as I begin to tap my foot in time to the new song blaring through the speakers.

And a few moments later, Amir gives me a tap on the shoulder.

“She said she’ll meet you in the usual room.”

“Thanks, man!” I say enthusiastically as I walk by him through the open door.

Zeni likes the room all the way at the end of the hallway and on the right. She said that the cameras don’t work in there and that gives us more leeway to fool around in.

Of course, that little piece of knowledge was granted after the first time she asked me if I wanted to join her in the back.

I got carried away, seeing Monroe in a place she wasn’t, and almost ended up fucking her right then and there.

That’s when she decided that we needed more privacy if that was something I’d be willing to pay for.

I knuckle-rap on the door a couple of times when I reached it, making sure that it was unoccupied before I turned the handle and pushed it open.

The room already smelled like pussy so I knew that we weren’t the first ones in tonight, but I would make damn sure that we’d be the last ones out.

Pulling my jacket off, I toss it onto the small, cherry-red table, then settle onto the edge of the bed.

These moments with Zeni would help me cope on the nights that I didn’t sneak into Monroe’s apartment.

Leaning forward, I rest my elbows on my knees, then drop my face into my hands.

What I wouldn’t give to just fuck her any time I want.

“Hey, lady,” comes the waspy voice as the door opens.

I look up and grin at Zeni as she walks in and settles on the bed next to me.

“I haven’t seen you around in a while,” she continues as she crosses one leg over the other and nudges me gently with her body.

“Work keeps me busy,” I reply with a shrug. It’s true; breaking into Monroe’s apartment has become a part-time job on top of my full-time one and both pay equally well.

One in money and the other in passion.

Even if she’s not awake to share it with me.

“So, how’s that gal of yours?” she asks as she leans back onto the palm of her hands.

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