“I'm fine,” I call over my shoulder as I walk to the side door, and let Garrett inside. He's a large man. Six-foot-four with wide shoulders and a scowl.
He doesn't like me and has made it known. Rosie and I are just colleagues. We had one drunken kiss three years ago, but he still thinks I'm after his woman.
“Rock,” he grunts and I sigh.
“Still not a threat,” I grumble, and he scoffs, moving inside and down the hall to where Shina is.
“Hey Garrett,” Shina says, walking over to give him a quick hug. Even in her six-inch heels her head only hits his chest.
“I'm all set,” Rosie says out of breath, rushing into the room. The moment her eyes meet Garrett's, we all disappear.
He reaches out for her and pulls her into his arms, then leans down and kisses her. She melts against him, and I cover my mouth to hide my laugh.
I glance at Shina and see the wistfulness shining in her eyes. I know she wants that, and I am standing right here, but her ex messed her up.
He broke her and though I've been trying to mend her jagged edges for the past four years, I sometimes think she will need a group of people to heal her.
Chapter Two
Shina
Iwait until Rosie leaves and Rock locks all the doors before kicking my heels off and moaning at the sensation.
It's almost as orgasmic as removing my bra, which I will be doing very soon, hopefully.
Rock looks exhausted. Don't think I didn't catch his wince when he stood up. I bought him a chair to use outside, but he claimed standing made him more intimidating.
He walks over to me and starts to rub my shoulders. I sigh, leaning back against him. “That feels amazing,” I groan, letting him take charge.
Tonight has been rough. Not only was it one of the busiest evenings in months, I had to fire one of my girls.
She's been late four days straight and I know she's on some type of drug. Her green eyes were hazy and distant. I had planned to talk to her and see about getting her some help, but security caught her skimming out of her clients wallets as they were blindfolded and restrained.
I don't allow thievery or con artists in my club. It took me a long time to claw my way out from the pits of Hell to make something of myself.
Lots of late nights, blood, sweat and tears went into making Fantasies what it is today. I always wanted to run a night club, but after escaping my ex, I got curious about certain kinks and it just spiraled from there.
One misconception about my place is that it's a whore house. That's false. There are some rooms where couples can rent out for playtime, but my girls don't sleep with clients.
I even have an underaged girl working here to relieve the stress of her life. With her mother's permission of course.
I want this place to be an escape. Where you can explore your deepest fantasies in a safe and respectful environment.
I close my eyes and must drift off as Rock continues to rub the tension from my shoulders.
“Come on, baby girl, let's get you out of those clothes and into a hot bath.” Rock offers me his hand, and I take it, allowing him to lead me to the place we tend to drift to.
Everyone is gone now so it's just us. I turn on some soft, non-Christmas music, while Rock gets the bath started, adding some lavender bubbles to the water.
He really is an amazing man. I wish I had met him ten years ago. Maybe my life would have turned out differently.
Returning to me, he pulls me into a heated kiss as he strips off the flimsy bodysuit I was wearing.
Red, his favorite color, material full of satin and lace falls to the black and gold marble. He groans, pulling away to take off his own clothes.
Soon we are both bare and relaxing in the large tub. I lean forward, twisting my hair up and grabbing a clip from the basket on the side table.
This is the room people use to relax, unwind, or just hang out with a group of people. There's soft lighting, candles all around, a bucket with toys, or rose petals you can use.
