Or stay for hours until you you’re ready to wake up. I’m cool with that too.
Trista rolls her eyes at me either because she knows I’m full of shit or she’s not the type to be flattered by chivalry, but regardless, she crawls back into the bed. I pull the covers over us.
The malevolent and completely bat-shit crazy spirit that must be residing inside of me then pulls Trista into my arms. Within moments, I fall asleep.
CHAPTER 14
Trista
I knock on Jerico’s office door, wondering what he could possibly want. He’d sent me a text and asked me to just swing by for a few minutes before I started my shift.
That means he doesn’t want sex because there’s no way you can have sex with Jerico Jameson in just a few minutes.
He calls for me to enter and I do, shutting the door softly behind me.
“What’s up?” I ask casually.
As usual, he looks elegant, gorgeous, and domineering, three traits I find to be very appealing. He’s wearing a charcoal-gray dress suit with a white shirt and a lavender tie. Again, his clothes are clearly custom made to fit every angle, hill, and valley of his body. And he has a lot of those I can attest to as last night, over the four different times we had sex, I was able to explore pretty much every inch. The same could be said for Jerico and my body.
Jerico sweeps a hand toward one of the guest chairs opposite where he sits behind his desk. “Take a seat.”
I do as he asks, but I can’t help but quip, “I feel like I’m in trouble and been sent to the principal’s office.”
Jerico gives me a wicked grin. “If you were in trouble, you’d already be bent over my desk and getting a nice paddling.”
I press my legs together tightly to try to alleviate the ache that has suddenly sprung up there.
Glancing at my watch, and then up to Jerico, I prod him. “I’ve only got about five minutes before my shift starts so what do you need?”
He laughs at me. “I think you can afford to be a few minutes late.”
“I thought you said you didn’t give preferential treatment to your employees, especially the ones you were fucking,” I remind him.
“Trista,” he says in almost a patronizing tone. “I don’t know if you realize this or not, but I really don’t need you working for me. You’re actually an extra employee I don’t need, but by giving you the job here, I’ve enabled you to pay back the money I gave you.”
I just blink at him.
He gives me a wry smile. “Although I do have to admit, I enjoy watching you prance around in your little black thong. I equally enjoy having you close by so I can fuck you when I want to.”
My eyebrows shoot up. “So this whole repayment thing is really about sex and not because you need somebody to work at the club?”
The smile slides from Jerico’s face as he gets a hard glint in his eye. “It’s not just about sex. You can tell me ‘no’ whenever you want to. The question is, do you want to say ‘no’ to me? Do you want to call an end to our sexual relationship right now?”
My immediate and initial gut reaction is to hastily reassure him that I do not want to end the sexual relationship because I’ve not learned all I want to learn. I clearly have not had enough of Jerico.
But for some reason, I’m having a hard time admitting that to him because not only did we have sex four times last night, but we also had conversation. Granted, it wasn’t heavy conversation and most of it was casual and impersonal. But I got a slight peek at what lies underneath the starched suits of the intimidating businessman who owns a sex club, and what I saw I can say I honestly liked.
Sadly, I’m letting some of my womanly insecurities surface. Jerico’s ground rules seemed acceptable to me at first, but I can’t help some slight feeling of jealousy at him being with someone else. I don’t know he’s been with anyone else since he started sleeping with me, but how would I? Most nights I work, I don’t see him. I’m stuck in one room. For all I know, he could be in one of the other rooms fucking out his heart’s desire.
On the flip side, I could be doing the same thing. He gave me free license to do what I want inside this club. And I’ve had some offers, a few of which were appealing. Ultimately though, I declined, not because I owe Jerico any loyalty but because I just can’t have casual, anonymous sex in a sex club in front of other people. Yes, Jerico was a stranger to me, but I reasoned that we had at least a connection. He’s friends with my brother Jayce, although I get the impression they have drifted apart. I also know they served in the military together, so in my mind that made Jerico more trustworthy.
“Trista,” Jerico says to get my attention. “Do you want to say ‘no’ to me?”
I don’t know if I hate myself or not, but I shake my head. “At this point, I wouldn’t say ‘no’. I could feel differently tomorrow, though.”
I felt the need to add that last little bit on so he knows I’m playing by the rules of casual sex.
Jerico gives me a curt nod and while I don’t think he looks overly happy at what I just said, he brushes past it by changing the subject.
“I want to ask you about something you and I talked about last night,” Jerico says.
I tilt my head in curiosity. We talked about a lot of stuff, most of it inane, some of it funny, and of course, a lot of it was sexual. That usually led us into the next round of sex.
“What in particular?” I ask.
“We talked about fantasies last night,” he reminds me.
I nod because those talks had me blushing, as well as wet between the legs. One of the things I had found out was that Jerico has indulged in most of his fantasies. It was with no small amount of shame that I admitted to him I didn’t have many fantasies, but he’d already fulfilled one of them that first night in The Orgy Room.
“You told me that one of your fantasies was to be with multiple men at the same time,” Jerico reminds me.
I flush hot all over, but I nod at him.
“Do you want me to make it happen?” he asks me.
My body tightens up with tension even as my pulse races with genuine curiosity. “Would you be involved? I mean… would you be one of the men?”
“Of course. And I would only choose men I trusted.”
I start to nibble on one of my fingernails, considering this. I’m wildly intrigued, woefully unprepared, and totally scared. “I honestly don’t know if I can handle it.”
“What do you mean?” He looks genuinely befuddled.
“I mean…” My voice lowers to a whisper because this embarrasses me, “I don’t know if I can take a man in every single one of my openings.”
Jerico’s eyes sparkle with amusement as he understands my fear, but he spares me genuine laughter. “Trista, a multiple can be anything you want to be. It’s your fantasy.”
“Really?”