Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 132657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 663(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 663(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
Harlow cuddled in closer, her arms tightening.
“Will do,” Phil said. “I know exactly who you should talk to. I’ll see if she’s around. Hopefully she’s not taking an unexpected break like my bartender. You can’t fucking find decent help these days.”
He stomped off.
“You are so good at this,” Harlow said, her hand coming up to caress his cheek.
He breathed her in because he could feel the tension in the air. “I can handle the Doms. I spent enough time around my father and his friends to know how to act like an abusive prick who thinks he needs to control women.”
She kissed his cheek. “I know this is hard on you, babe. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it. When this is over, let’s go to The Hideout and play in a place where you feel safe. I know we’ve talked about keeping this relationship quiet, but I don’t want to. I want everyone to know.”
Fuck. She was ready. He had to talk to Jensen, but didn’t he owe her more? “I think that sounds perfect.” He caught sight of a woman striding into the bar area. Phil stopped her and pointed back their way.
A familiar-looking woman. “Hey, I think you’re about to get lucky.”
Harlow looked up and managed to keep her expression perfectly calm even though she was looking at Miranda Falls. Miranda wore fet wear very close to what Ashley was wearing but in a different color. She took the tray from Ashley, who stayed behind the bar.
Miranda plastered a big smile on her face as she approached them. She had her blonde hair up in a high ponytail and a hard look in her eyes that told him she didn’t want to be here, and it wasn’t merely about not enjoying her job. She walked with a bounce in her step like she’d been taught how to make those breasts move in a way guaranteed to get some great tips. Everything about the young woman screamed affectation.
“I’m going to convince her to take me to the ladies’ room,” Harlow whispered. “I think she’ll talk more freely there. Stay here and I’ll be right back.”
“Sir, I have your beer and a glass of wine for your lovely sub,” Miranda said too brightly as she set the drinks down. “Master Phil has asked that I show you around a bit.”
Harlow sat up and gave the sub a smile. “That sounds wonderful. Could you show me to the bathroom? We don’t know our way around, and I don’t want my Master to lose this seat. It’s perfect since we can see everything and figure out what we want to do this evening. I have so many questions.”
He watched Miranda’s shoulders come down slightly, as though relaxing under Harlow’s brilliant smile.
“I like your hair,” Miranda said quietly. “I used to have pink hair. I’ll show you where the ladies’ room is.”
He waited until Harlow disappeared behind the door and then took his phone out of his pocket and texted the number Jensen left him.
Need to talk. Tonight. I’ll call later. Answer the phone.
It was all he could do because at some point tonight, he was going to tell Harlow everything.
* * * *
Harlow stepped into the women’s restroom and frowned at the lack of amenities. Not that she expected the lavishness of The Hideout. Even when they hadn’t had a ton of money for the budget, the Doms had insisted on making the women’s locker room a luxurious space.
There wasn’t even a shower in here. It was literally two stalls and a sink that had seen better days. And the lighting sucked.
So no one got ready here. There was more to getting ready to play at the club than simple convenience. Sitting around joking with friends, helping them do their hair and makeup, formed community. A lot of serious discussions happened in the locker room. Many a problem was talked out and solved by her fellow subs. The subs here would be isolated.
Anyone who wanted to play at Decadence had to come in fet wear under their street clothes, or in her case a trench coat that made her think she was in a noir film trying to solve a mystery.
The real mystery was why Niall hadn’t slept with her yet. At first it was kind of sweet. He cuddled her and got her off, and then she would fall asleep in his arms. And now she was wondering if he wanted her at all. There was something he wasn’t telling her. Some secret he was keeping, and she was worried she knew what it was.
And that was why she intended to talk to him tonight about how she could be his friend without the sex.
If he wasn’t sexually attracted to women, that was okay. No one at The Hideout would blink an eye. Well, some of the bi guys would definitely start looking his way.