Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“Not long. It’s only recently I figured out what I need sexually. I’m going to be honest with you. I only like to submit in the bedroom. Outside of it, I’m rather difficult.”
Then it was good he didn’t plan to date her. “I can handle that. I’m rather difficult myself.”
“So I’ve heard.”
Now her eyes drifted. He looked up and she was watching a couple stroll into the lounge. He recognized her as a famous French actress and the man as a producer. Not that he would ask either about their jobs if they didn’t bring it up. Here they were simply a Domme and her much larger submissive partner who apparently liked having his balls tortured. The guy could wail. Charlie had the evilest grin on her generous lips. Damn, those lips were hot, but he had to admit the evil grin did something to his dick, too. “You know something.”
Her eyes went wide. “What do you mean, Sir?”
“You know something about Mistress Marie and her sub.”
“I know a lot of things, Sir. I’ve learned that information can be an important resource.”
Oh, they would get along. “Information or gossip?”
She clammed right up. “Gossip isn’t allowed in the club.”
He arched a brow.
Her smile nearly lit up the room, and a thrill went through him when she leaned in and whispered into his ear. “He was supposed to cast her in the new action film he’s producing, but he decided to go with a younger actress and yes, she’s at this club, too. She’s walking up to them right now.”
He couldn’t help it. People were funny as shit, and he loved a good train wreck. No one ever shared that with him. The Doms were all pretentious fucks who thought they were above it all, and the subs were too subby to admit that they watched the other club members like they were the best soap opera in the world. But they were. Who needed TV when he could watch As the Dungeon Turns? He simply never had anyone to watch it with.
He thought the second actress was a submissive named Helene. Rene had many influential people in his club. Not a one of them knew he was French intelligence, of course. There were politicians, important businessmen, creative types. They all came to The Velvet Collar to indulge and play. He wanted to play, but right now in a different way.
“They look awfully chummy for rivals.” The two women had done that bullshit air kissy thing and looked delighted to see each other. It was boring.
Charlie looked at him. “You want to see something more fun, Sir?”
“You going to cause trouble?”
Her eyes suddenly went soft, and it did a funny thing to his…eww…had he just thought about his heart in a way that wasn’t something like—hey, did that shot hit my heart? He shook it off. He must be getting old.
“Only if it pleases you, Sir. I would like to point out that what I’m about to do is nothing more than polite. I need you to understand that I’m essentially a nice person.”
“But if a nicety happens to bring about a chaotic result?”
She shrugged slightly. “Is that really my fault? She’s going to find out sometime. They have to start production soon. I’m sure he thinks he’ll call her from somewhere far away so she can’t lose her shit on him in anything but a vocal way. I’m merely giving her a potential physical outlet. When you think about it, I’m kind of doing the world a favor.”
She was definitely doing his world a favor. She amused him. He liked the way her eyes lit up when she was plotting, and he absolutely adored the way she justified herself. How long had it been since he’d had fun with a woman that didn’t involve sex? Oh, this would involve sex eventually, but he was enjoying talking with her.
He wanted to get to know her.
“I think you should go and congratulate your friend.”
She winked and gracefully rose from his lap. He watched as she walked away and was aware of the satisfaction he felt that she was relaxed again. When she’d first sat down on his lap there had been a stiffness that belied her brazen attitude. Was she shyer than she seemed? Or was she working him for some reason?
He couldn’t discount the fact that she apparently had ties with the Russians and he was currently investigating a Russian. It would be smarter to keep his distance.
Or smarter to get in bed with her as soon as possible. How exactly could he find out what she was doing if he kept her at arm’s length? He would probably have figured out that big smelly dude who ran the underground bar in Morocco was actually running a terrorist cell if they’d been cuddling every night. Not that he would. Because of the smell and the extra dick in that scenario, but figuring Charlie Dennis out would be far easier if he was fucking her.