King(20)

“Why is the other curtain pulled over that room?” Evie pointed to the room next to the one they were looking through.

“The client wanted privacy.” The red room had a separate entrance from downstairs that the client was given a special key to. The lap dancer was given a door code only she knew at the time of the appointment. The dances involved no clothes on the dancer and touching was allowed, of course. The dancer’s fee skyrocketed at the added services. The elite in town didn’t mind paying his prices for their privacy, though.

“Let me show you my other rooms.” King took her arm, walking her across the crowded floor where there was a set of three doors. King keyed in a number, opening the door in the middle and allowing Evie to go first. His hand on her back gave her a gentle nudge forward.

“I’ve got it, Trey. Take a break.” The large man who provided security stood up from the stool he was sitting on and left the room. King leaned back against the wall, studying Evie as she took in what was going on in the two rooms.

The room they were standing in was the size of a large closet. There were two doors that each led into the two separate rooms. King was sure it was what was going on in the two rooms that had her mouth dropping open; each opulent bedroom had occupants having sex. King crossed his arms over his chest as he watched her reaction.

A feral grin came to his lips when he saw her nipples tighten and she shifted her weight. Her unconscious movements aroused King’s predatory instincts.

“Is this supposed to turn me on?” Evie turned back to face him, taking him by complete surprise. “Sorry, I don’t get turned on by women getting paid to take it up the ass. Nor being paid to pretend to be a high schooler.” Her eyes narrowed on his. “She is pretending, isn’t she?”

“Of course, I don’t deal in kids. What kind of man do you take me for?”

“Someone who would make a dime off someone taking it up the ass,” she replied sarcastically.

When King came off the wall with lethal intent, her eyes widened. The bitch had finally realized she had pushed him too far.

“For your information, the one being paid in that room is Rory, not the woman. She’s a housewife who’s not getting what she needs from her tight-assed husband.

“It’s taken me several years to work out a system that benefits my clients and my workers. They don’t walk the streets or get hurt by someone because that’s how that sicko gets off. I provide safe, monitored rooms that are clean and clients are checked out before they are even touched. So I take my cut? It’s a lot less than anyone else would take, and they don’t have to worry if they’ll still be breathing afterward.”

Evie didn’t apologize for her harsh words, but she lost the accusing look from her eyes.

King’s hand went to the back of her neck, bringing her to his chest. “Everyone should be allowed to fulfill their fantasy.” His lips traced across the line of her jaw until he came to her mouth, taking it with his. Her lips parted under the pressure and he took advantage, his tongue sliding into the silky warmth of her mouth. She tasted like the expensive whiskey she had just drunk.

King groaned, leaning into her further, bracing his weight with a hand on the wall behind her. He again took advantage of her hesitation, controlling the kiss, using years of experience with women to raise her desire. When he smelled the sweet scent of her arousal, he took his mouth away, tracing his mouth to the delicate shell of her ear. “What’s your fantasy, Evie?”





Chapter 9




Evie put her hands on his chest, giving herself breathing room. “I don’t have one.”

“Everyone has a fantasy.”

“I don’t. I keep my feet planted in reality.” Evie moved away from his touch, going out the door without waiting.

“That can’t be much fun.” King came up from behind her, taking her arm.

“It’s time I left.”

“I’ll give you a ride.”

“I’m going to leave the same way I came—in a taxi.” Evie refused his offer, not wanting to spend any more time with him until she could rebuild her guard.

King took his phone out of his pocket while leading her to the door of the VIP room. “Bring the car to the front.”

Evie came to a sudden stop. “I told you I was taking a taxi.”

“It’s late, and it will take at least thirty minutes for one to get here. Surely, me giving you a ride to Penni’s won’t take that long. Either way, you’re going to be stuck with my company.”

Evie sighed, seeing she wasn’t going to win this particular battle. “Okay.” Evie figured the quickest way to get away from him was accepting a ride.