“Who?” I asked, feigning ignorance. She gave me a pointed look. There was no use trying to hide who I wanted to see.
“Class?” I raised my brows at her. I have fantasized about being spanked by him in thatclassroomover that bench in the last two weeks countless times, morning to night. She threw me off guard with her comment. Had she heard me calling out his name at night?
Replaying his words, I imagined him doing all the things he teased he would do. Playing out scenes in my head made me feel excited and seductive all at the same time. I squeezed my knees together to create a little friction there but tried not to look like I needed to use the bathroom.
“Come on, D. We are gonna miss the best part. " She grabbed my hand and guided me toward a part of the club I didn’t get to see last time. We stopped at a large set of black double doors. The door was framed in metallic studs, giving off a Gothic vibe. The walkway leading up to the door was dimly lit, with only runway lights to keep you from tripping over the person in front of you.
“What is this?” I whispered into Lacy’s ear as the group in front of us gained access. She pulled something from her purse and handed it to me, with a devious smirk.
I looked down at my hand, squinting, and turned whatever she handed me over. It was a red piece of leather with the word ‘Admission’ pressed into it, along with the club logo.
I didn’t have time to ask her anything else before the two men guarding the doors asked to see our tickets. Lacy handed hers over, so I did the same. The guards were huge, unlike the beautiful ladies standing at the doors the last time I was here.
“Have a good time, ladies,” the tall, rugged man with a full beard hanging from his chin teased as he held the door open and moved to the side to allow us entry. I looked up to see his eyes glued to my very exposed legs. I’m going to kill Lacy for making me wear this outfit.
You’re in for a treat…
Dallas
“Ithought you said this guy wasn’t a threat?” Enzo, my head of security asked. He stood next to me as we addressed the staff. We had to implement new safety precautions since the prostitute from the other night was able to just walk right into my office. I thought it best to tighten up our security to ensure mine and my members’ safety. As much as I’d like to condone Teddy’s attempts at messing with me, I know better than to think that was the last time he would come after me or my club.
“He’s not a threat, but we are family here, and we protect each other. We need to put a few new guards out, and maybe a couple more cameras, just to be sure we got everything covered. I’d hate for anything to happen to any of you, simply because security wasn’t tight enough.” I said, nodding toward the room full of my most trusted staff. They’ve been with me since the beginning and I’ll be damned if they get caught in the crossfire of whatever vendetta that asshole has against me.
I shook my head at the thought of a breach in privacy, what thatwould do to the club’s reputation. Enzo and I discussed digital security and bringing in a team to lock and seal our systems up tight. You can never be too careful.
“Sir, I would like my ladies to have a male escort, if that’s….” Miss Rice started but she was interrupted.
“Hell no, not me anyway, I don’t need a man to protect me,” Miss Reed interrupted. I smirked at her outburst because it wasn’t anything that I wouldn’t expect out of her. She could handle her own, no doubt, hell she could probably pull more females than any one of these big ass brutes on my staff.
I threw my arm up, hushing a potential argument. “Going forward, until further notice, all female staff should be accompanied by a male guard or staff member.”
I glanced over to see a pair of gorgeous blue eyes burning a hole into the side of my head with an icy cold glare. “Miss Reed, this will only be temporary, but my decision is final. Especially tonight with the event happening.” I gave her a pointed look, singling her out amongst the others. She has always been my argumentativegood girl.
She folded her arms across her chest and stuck her tongue out at me. Typical bratty behavior. She was the only one that neither I nor Miss Rice could control. That’s the sole reason she runs things in the dungeon, rather than the front of the club. I wouldn’t want her scaring off the newcomers,
no matter how fun it was to watch.
Her passion for dark romance adds to her ability to keep things spicy in there. I chuckled at her reaction to my authoritative declaration, her attitude entertaining as always.
“That’s it for now.” I waved my hand in the air, dismissing everyone, as my team left single-file out of the security room we squeezed into.
I’ve gotta dedicate another room to our meetings. These men are too damn big to be crowded into such a confined space.
“Enzo, stay with me, I wanna go over camera placements.”
“Yes, sir.” He pulled a chair up for me to sit in before he took a seat at the desk in front of the wall covered in live view camera monitors that stretched for most of the club.
We spent the next hour combing through each camera, documenting any blind spots. Enzo had the place covered well, but no matter how prepared you are, a cockroach is a cockroach and they will find their way in, if they want to. If he does get in, he isn’t going to leave in one piece. I may turn my head once, maybe even twice, but you mess with my livelihood and my family, eventually you’re gonna poke the bear.
“Is there another view of the front door, looks to be a small gap in between these two cameras,” I pointed at the screen, looking at the monitor as the front door swung open and an angel walked in. Delaney followed behind Lacy. I noticed her right away when she opened up her coat to hand it to the staff. Coats are not to be worn inside the club. Members are aware of this rule and until now, I was fully onboard with that rule…until I was watching every man’s eyes ogle over Delaney’s stunning beauty as she uncovered her curvy body, barely covered by something skimpy and hot pink.
I stood, the chair scooting loudly across the floor before slamming into the wall behind it. I snatched my blazer, and stormed toward the door. “You can finish up on your own, I’m sure. I have a matter to address.” I snapped over my shoulder just before the door slammed shut behind me.
I hurried toward the front, looking for any sign of Delaney or Lacy but they were nowhere to be found. I called Bryce my bartender over: “Lacy Goodwin, has she ordered her usual yet?”
Bryce shook his head, “No, sir, haven’t seen her tonight,” he called over the buzzing sound of patrons requests for drinks.
I watched as a crowd of members walked toward The Showroom.You can’t get in The Showroom without a prepaid ticket. Tickets areassigned only to members and weeks in advance, so it’s not likely Lacy and Delaney went through there.
