He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to ignore the heat seeping into his body. She was the only one he allowed to talk to him like his status as her boss or just who he was in general didn’t matter. Every time he was alone around her, he didn’t have to perform and put on the persona of a multi-millionaire tech boss. He could just be Jordan who hated dealing with people and paperwork.
“Name?” The burly voice interrupting his thoughts belonged to a heavy truck of a guy wearing a black shirt that said SECURITY. Jordan had been a member of Sirens since the club opened and knew everyone on staff by their faces. He did it with every place he went to. Even if it was only once, his brain took a snapshot of someone’s face and put it in a file for later. His recall was what helped him in business and other matters.
This guy in front of him was new, or at least never been on shift when Jordan was here. He hadn’t hit all the rooms in Sirens yet, this one included, which was probably why didn’t know the guard’s face.
And if I hyper focus on it, I won’t be able to enjoy the night.
He cleared his throat. “Jordan Monroe. I’m actually late.” He pulled up his sleeve to show his purple wristband as well as his orange one. “I was supposed to be in there probably twenty minutes ago.”
The orange wristband represented his membership tier. He was currently at the highest, with an all-access pass. Being a single male, the membership allowed him to be tapped in as a bull for any other members on the lower tiers if none of the staff was available or if there was a request for another person, which happened to be what he was tapped into for tonight and why he wore the purple wristband.
It was a Valentine’s treat for someone looking to fulfill a certain desire. A Night with Strangers was how it was dubbed when they sent him the invite. It would be him and two other people—one was a staff member at Sirens and the other was a complete stranger to him. They would be in the center of the room while it was filled with random members, and he, along with the help of a staff member, would bring the stranger untold pleasure.
His mind flashed an image of Ms. Wayne with her hands braced on his desk as she’d been earlier this evening. Only his mind erased the flash of heated anger with one of ecstasy as he took his time diving into her.
“I just need you to sign here. Sir?”
Jordan shook his head, coming back to his surroundings. “I’m sorry what was that?” He tried to dislodge the image of Ms. Wayne from his mind. He had no business thinking of her like that, no matter how beautiful he thought she was or how much he enjoyed her fiery company.
The security guard chuckled. “I need you to sign here to confirm you attended, and it’s fine about being late.”
Jordan took the clipboard and signed next to his name. He tried to be nosy and see who he was in the room with, but there was no other information on the page.
“Our other stranger called to say they were running behind as well.” The security guard continued, taking the clipboard from Jordan. He felt a little better about running late now.
“We just started letting people into the room. Do you need any additional setup?” The security guard scribbled something on his clipboard before handing him a mask.
“Nah, I’m good to go.” Jordan grabbed the thing with a heavy sigh. This was the only part he hated about the setup tonight. He had to wear this mask to keep the allure of being strangers, but he knew it would just get in the way and come off by the end of the night. But rules were rules.
“Good,” the guard nodded, “um, Monica will be your staff member for tonight. She’s already inside. She won’t have a mask on. You can’t miss her.” He stepped to the side. “Short black dress and a high ponytail.”
“Thanks,” Jordan murmured, strolling through the door. He could hear the undercurrents of hushed conversation. It was riding the beats of some Alternative R&B song he didn’t recognize but immediately loved, especially the way it slid over his body like a caress. He allowed his stranger to pick the music, wanting to put her at ease as much as possible.
He knew when a woman felt relaxed and safe it was the smoothest way to get her to feel the pleasure coursing through her. It allowed her to find a way to let go and explode into a million pieces. It was beautiful to watch—addicting in a way that made him want to spend his life buried between a woman’s legs—whether on his knees or on his back, he didn’t have a preference.
“Mr. Monroe?” Jordan’s cock twitched. He knew it wasn’t Ms. Wayne, but the way the woman in front of him spoke, it sounded eerily similar.
“Yes,” he cleared his throat again, trying to move the lust building in the back of his neck. “You’re Monica, right?” He held out his hand for hers. He’d seen her around Sirens plenty of times and remembered she usually worked with another woman, Layla, he thought her name was.
Monica wore a short black dress that fit snugly across her body. The top of the dress hung low in the front giving him a peek at her chest. Her skin looked smooth and soft, and he wanted to kiss every inch of her. Her legs seemed to go on forever even though she was significantly shorter than him.
“Yep, that’s me.” She smirked, taking a step back to give him a full view of her body.
He ducked his head, feeling his skin flush at getting caught openly checking her out. “Sorry,” he murmured, feeling a like a douche.
She laughed, gripping his hand in a firm shake. “No need to apologize. I know I look good.” She winked and he laughed with her, feeling his body start to relax.
“Seriously,” she continued, “don’t worry about it. This dress does it to everyone and it’s why I wear it.” She let go of his hand and spun around. He realized the dress was super short. If she bent over, even a little bit, she’d flash the entire room.
Fuck me, he thought. She was delectable. She knew the exact effect she had on people and wasn’t afraid to use it.
She spun back around and his stomach dipped. Heat licked up his spine, thinking about all the ways he was going to get her and the stranger intertwined with each other. He didn’t want to be too excited and fumble this, but his mind was spinning.
“May I touch you?” Monica held her hands out.
“Yes.” His answer was a harsh whisper that sounded too loud to his own ears.
Monica smiled, hooking her two fingers into the waistband of his pants. He sucked in a sharp breath as she tugged. “Come, let’s take a peek at all the toys we have at our disposal. But don’t be too intimidated or eager to use them all.” She pulled him deeper into the room. “Sometimes, I’ve noticed the best sessions are between people without any props. The human body is poetry in the flesh, and sex adds an erotic beat to it. A dance that intertwines you with another person, or people.” She looked back with a wink. “You all blend together to make a symphony that makes the earth shake.”
