Tiny Dancer(Divine Creek Ranch 13)(75)
She paused before answering. “Only if it fills a need you have. The class would be a good place for you to determine that. Yes, I would like a Dom that had been trained by Joseph Hazelle, but only if it was a natural extension of your personality. I like giving up control, on occasion, and if it was you I was giving it to, that would make me happy. But even if you never set foot in Hazelle House, or go to a class, you’re just fine the way you are. Both of you.”
She turned her gaze to Quinten, and he nodded, as he lightly stroked the ridge of his erection through his jeans, appearing ready to move on from the small talk.
Quinten replied, “I enjoyed watching Ben use the flogger, but I think just to keep a variety in our crazy kinky sex life I’m going shopping for some feathers.”
“Oh no,” Camilla whispered then giggled. “I’m very ticklish.”
Quinten grinned evilly as he pulled her on top of him and then rolled, trapping her beneath him. She squealed as he playfully tickled her until she screamed and begged for mercy. Ben chuckled as he watched them, hoping for a lifetime of variety with her.
Chapter Fifteen
Camilla smiled as she listened to the music of renovation going on around her. A circular saw was in use on one side of the building, accompanied by the percussion of a nail gun and the intermittent whir of a drill. The sun was getting low in the sky outside, and soon the sounds would quiet as the workmen went home.
From behind her desk at The Twisted Bull, she could look out the door and see what would eventually become the club entryway. She was impressed with how quickly Jack had gotten a crew started on the building practically the moment cleanup was completed. It was all moving so fast, and at times, Camilla felt like she was riding a tornado.
Nothing else strange had happened at her house before she’d finally moved out of it, and everything had been fine at the club. Once she’d gotten her new Camaro, she felt like life was somewhat normal again.
Camilla looked down to the license application she was filling out and applied herself to reducing the growing pile of paperwork on her desk.
“Knock-knock.”
Camilla looked up and smiled at Spencer, who stood in the doorway. Affection lit his eyes as he smiled at her, and she was once more relieved that the bears seemed to have gotten over the hurt she’d inadvertently caused them. “Hey, boss. There’s someone here to see you. She’s waiting in the entry.”
When she stepped out of her office, Ace Webster waved at her from his position above her, where he was connecting wiring for a security system. Kemp was on a ladder across the club, running cable for more security cameras.
She’d debated with Ben and Quinten what she’d considered to be overkill on the number of security cameras being installed in the club. She’d understood that they were especially security conscious, and when she’d sat down with them, and Ace and Kemp, they’d realized that the plan she’d already come up with—with Ace’s help—provided more than adequate coverage for the entire club. They’d compromised with her on the point and she’d known that their concern was coming from their hearts and not out of a desire to control her or boss her around. She’d known that her plan was a good one but still appreciated that they were letting her have the final say.
She walked with Spencer out to the front, where a tall woman with long, black hair waited near the entryway, looking around at the progress taking place inside the club. Her skin had an exotic, dark-olive tone, and her body type reminded Camilla of the bombshell movie actresses of the 1950s. She was fresh-faced and wore her long hair pulled back in a ponytail.
She smiled as Camilla drew near and held out her hand. “Hi, I’m Sylvan Anders.”
Camilla shook hands with her. “Hello, Ms. Anders. How can I help you?”
“You can call me Sylvan, or Sylvie. I know I may be jumping the gun a bit, but I heard from friends that you’re opening a nightclub here. I’m new in the area, and I’m looking for work.” Camilla noted that Sylvan stood tall and didn’t seem intimidated by all the chaos going on around them. “I’d like to apply to be a waitress in your club.”
“Great. Come with me and I’ll give you an application.”
Sylvan followed her to her office and looked around when Camilla handed her the paperwork. “Is there somewhere I could sit to fill this out? I’d like to turn it in right away.”
“Sure, if you don’t mind a little dust.”
Camilla set a folding chair up outside her office doorway, and Sylvan assured her that was all she needed. Ace and Kemp touched base with her about the security system progress before heading home. Jack came by with a change for her to approve and to check in with his workmen before they went home. Twenty minutes later, Sylvan turned in the neatly penned application, and Camilla walked her to the front door to unlock it and let her out.