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After closing the book and setting it aside, Andi cocked her head in a way that looked like she was attempting to read me.
“What’s it going to be?” Her emerald eyes shined even in the dim lighting.
“I’m interested in two things tonight. One is on the list, but the other doesn’t seem to be an option.” I stared into her eyes, challenging them with mine.
“If it’s not on the list, I can’t guarantee anything, Hunter.” There was a bite to her voice, almost as if she thought I’d be asking for something completely unacceptable.
“Before you jump to conclusions, I’ll be upfront.” I held my hands up in surrender.
“Okay,” she dragged out.
“When I told you I wanted Scarlett Jade tonight, I didn’t know how to answer. The truth is, I want to experience the woman I’ve seen working once before, but I also want a deeper look into the girl I met in Denver.”
Her features softened before she answered, “What did you have in mind?”
“I want to watch you dance. Selfishly, I want you all to myself in this room while I watch you on the pole.”
“Easy. And what is it you want from me that’s not on the menu?”
“How long are you on the clock?”
She glanced away, checking the time on the wall. “Two more hours.”
“Perfect. I want to spend the rest of your shift with you, just talking. The last fifteen minutes, you can dance for me. Name your price, and I’ll pay it.”
“Let me get this straight, you want to pay me to just sit at work and talk?”
“Yes, I’d like to get to know you, Andi. Name your price.”
Saying her real name in the privacy of this space felt freeing.
My deal was left lingering in the air, interrupted by a sudden burst of laughter. Normally, I would be stunned silent by the beauty of her smile as big as it was, but all I could think about was how stupid I felt for offering her something that she clearly felt was ridiculous.
I began to stand up, the words “I’m sorry for bothering you” on the tip of my tongue, when she gently placed her palms on my chest, pushing me back down on the loveseat.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh. I was just caught off guard.” She took a seat next to me, the smell of vanilla quickly invading my senses. “You could pick anything for me to do from that list. You could watch me touch myself, for crying out loud, and you want to talk?”
Hiding behind my glass of Hendrick’s, my cheeks heated, unable to stop myself from thinking about her fingers traveling below the waistband of her little green lace panties.
“Don’t get me wrong, Andi, I’m a man. Anything on that list would drive me wild. But I genuinely want to talk to you.”
“Who knew the CEO, billionaire hotshot was such a softy?” She winked.
“I’m not sure you’ll be saying the same thing after I watch you dance.” My teeth poked out, grabbing ahold of my bottom lip.
“Oh, he has jokes, too? Is that how we’re starting off this conversation?”
“Normally, I wouldn’t crack jokes about my own dick, but at the expense of an ice breaker, I guess it’ll work.” My lips slid into a smile, and the light conversation almost made me forget we were in the back room of a sex club.
Somehow, I had to figure out how I was going to have a conversation with Andi for the next hour and a half before she transformed into Scarlett Jade. Even though I was paying for it, the idea of getting to know her in more ways than one sparked excitement through my veins that I hadn’t experienced in a while.
Watching Hunter’s face light up in shades of pink had easily been my favorite part of the night so far. I could be mistaking it for the glow of the red neon lights hanging around the room, but either way, when he perused the price list, his face definitely changed color.
What this hotshot billionaire didn’t know was that it wasn’t often I agreed to anything on the list provided by the club. Any chance I had to dance, I’d never turn it down, but more intimate acts were dependent on the client and their membership. If a high roller came through and wanted something I wasn’t comfortable doing, I’d make up some excuse to pass off the client.
Hunter had the highest priced membership offered at The Royale, and even after signing pages of waivers and terms and conditions, I think he was finally understanding that this wasn’t the typical high-end gentleman’s club. He wasn’t paying me for anything—unless he wanted to slide me a tip—he was paying the club.
Sitting just off the Strip, The Royale Room was the most sought out sex club in the state. With a waitlist a mile long, whether they were married or single, men and women from everywhere were interested in the lifestyle and wanted a membership.
