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I blinked at him.

He chuckled. “Jesus, Daisy. What I’m saying is suck him off, let him do whatever he wants to your tits and cunt, but don’t actuallyfuckhim. You have to leave him wanting more.” He took another sip of his drink. “Believe me. I don’t usually go back for seconds with women.”

I gave him a look.

He held up his hands and laughed a little. “Just telling the truth.” The smile left his face and his intensity returned. “But if a girl sucked me off and I liked her? And I didn’t actually get to fuck her? Well, I’d go back for that. He’s dying for you. Make him work for it,sweetheart.”

I nodded, squirming a little. Nico was hot, and him talking about sex combined with the alcohol I was drinking was making me feel warm all over.

“So let him eat you out, let him suck on those perfect breasts of yours,” he reached out as if he was going to touch me, and then seemed to get control of himself. He pulled his hands back with a sheepish grin. “Let him grab that ass. But don’t fuck him. If he comes, it needs to be in your mouth or on your tits after you’ve sucked him off. Got me?”

“Yes.” I could feel my face heating up. I wasn’t used to anyone talking to me quite so… frankly. But Nico was known to be fairly blunt.

It must be a Salazar trait.

“Now, I’m not in the habit of forcing anyone to do anything. That’s not how we run things around here, and you know it. If you’re not okay with this, just say the word. I’m not going to fire you or anything. I’m not like that. But I will find another woman to try to reel him in.”

A pit formed in my stomach at the thought of Jack with anyone else. I must’ve made a face or given some other signal, because Nico smiled as if he knew he’d won.

“Daisy, it’s you he wants. But there aren’t very many men who are going to turn down time in a VIP room with, say, Madeline or Bethany. Or both. You know that, right?”

I nodded, miserable. Jealousy was my least favorite emotion. But Madeline and Bethany taking Jack Lancaster into a VIP room forwhateverhe wanted? There was no way he’d come back out of that room even remembering my name. And, I realized, I truly wanted him to be the man to bid on me in the auction. Did I trust him? Not with my heart. But I knew he wouldn’t physically hurt me, and I was attracted to him. Very attracted.

“In fact,” Nico said, standing up, “just forget I asked, sweetheart. I can tell you’re uncomfortable.” He looked at his watch. “I still have time to talk to Madeline and Bethany before I go pick up Lancaster for the tour.” He started walking off, headingto the dressing rooms, and I knew I was about to lose my chance.

“Wait,” I called, standing up so fast I almost knocked the chair over. He turned back to me, a questioning look on his face. “I’ll do it.”

A slow grin came over his face, and I was pretty sure I’d just been played. But I didn’t care. I was desperate enough to keep Jack for myself, and I had enough personal interest in him becoming a member, that I was ready to do it.

Besides, I’d been dreaming of him doing whatever the hell he wanted to do with me ever since the day he’d dropped me off at Cinnamon House after I’d spilled soup on him.

It seemed like those dreams were about to come true.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Jack

I was bored out of my fucking mind. I was on the tour of Nico’s clubs, and all I could think about was when we got to Daisy. We’d finished touring Saffron, the health club, and were standing in the middle of a large, glamorous room with multiple chandeliers hanging down a center line in the ceiling, lighting a long, catwalk-style stage. Beautifully carved antique wooden tables and plush chairs lined the room on either side of the stage. It reminded me of when I’d attended a fashion show for a lingerie model I’d been fucking.

“What’s this?” I asked turning to look at Nico. He’d been talking the entire time, and now, when I actually wondered what was going on, he was quiet.

Nico smiled, his handsome face, sharp jaw, and suit were all a bit incongruous with the muscles and tattoos that his bespoke clothing barely hid. “We just toured Cinnamon, as you know.”

God, yes. It was boring as hell, and I couldn’t imagine why anyone would want to spend time there. There weren’t even many hot women around. Just a few bartenders and a handful of waitresses. It was mainly full of men drinking and talking.

“I could tell you didn’t like it, and I get it. A lot of our club members close business deals there and really enjoy networking. It’s a club that Carmen designed to look like the high-end gentleman’s clubs that have been around forever in London.”

“Hmm.” I couldn’t even keep the lack of interest out of my voice.

Nico grinned and passed a hand over his mouth. I wonderedif he was trying not to laugh. Maybe he knew I was about a second from just leaving him standing there, calling an Uber, and heading home or to the office.

The only thing keeping me here was Daisy. I knew she worked at one of these clubs. And I was going to find out which one tonight.

“There’s another part of Cinnamon, Jack. One I think you’ll be very interested in.”

I cocked an eyebrow, vaguely remembering that Tallon had said there was a top secret aspect to the Salazar clubs that members couldn’t find out about. “What is it?”

“Have a seat.” He walked over to the bar, pulled down a bottle of whiskey and two cut crystal glasses, and headed back towards me. As I sat down, he gestured to the catwalk stage. “What do you think that’s for?”