“Come in,” I call out in a deep voice.
Kynan turns around in his seat and watches as the door swings open slowly and Trista stands there, looking a bit wild-eyed. She licks her lips nervously, her eyes going back and forth between Kynan and me.
“I’m sorry if I’m interrupting,” she says quickly. “I can come back later.”
She starts to turn away from the door, but with just one word, I assert my command over her.
“Stop.”
Her body goes rigid and after a few moments, she turns slowly to face me. I wave her into my office as Kynan stands up from his chair.
“Trista,” I say as a means of introduction. “This is my closest friend, Kynan McGrath. He helps run my other business, The Jameson Group.”
Kynan reaches a hand out to her and she shakes it tentatively, mumbling something under her breath. Looking over his shoulder at me, Kynan gives me a small shake of his head that I should so not be messing with this woman.
I ignore him. “Are you ready to get started?”
Trista swallows hard, and there is no mistaking the uncertainty in her eyes. Still, she holds her back straight and keeps her chin lifted when she says with an unconvincing smile, “Sure am.”
I’m glad her voice sounds strong because I don’t feel like dealing with a meek little lamb.
“I’m going to head out,” Kynan says. “I might come back later but if not, I’ll catch you tomorrow.”
I give a lift of my chin in acknowledgment before turning my attention back to Trista, hearing the door close behind Kynan.
I take a good look at Trista. She’s wearing nothing but a faded pair of jeans and a red shirt that is flowy across the top but cinched tighter around her waist. Her hair is a wild mass of waves of various lengths pouring down her back, with streaks of different color in her hair. Various shades of brown to golden blonde, which gives it that dark honeyed color. Her makeup tonight is very light. In fact, I’m not sure she’s wearing much of anything other than mascara. I’m smart enough to know that means she does not want to draw attention to herself. I had told her she would be provided with a uniform when she arrived. When she asked me last night what uniform she’d be wearing, I merely told her it depended on what job I had her doing.
If she’s bartending, she’ll wear a black miniskirt and black camisole. If working the condiment tray, she’ll have on nothing but a thong to cover her pussy and the straps from the tray to cover her breasts. And if I have her on her knees before me, she’ll be naked. I haven’t decided quite yet what to do with her, but I know I’ll have to ease her into it. I won’t take her unwillingly. My preference would be to have her begging for it.
“Have a seat, Trista,” I tell her as I point to one of the chairs. “I’ve had an employment contract drafted up, along with documentation of the money I’m going to give you in exchange.”
“Okay,” she says softly. When she takes her seat, I reach into a lateral file drawer to pull out the paper.
Handing it across to her, I say, “It’s very simple. But then again, our deal is quite simple.”
Trista takes the single page from me and starts to read it. I wasn’t lying… it is very simple. I know this because I drafted it. It won’t stand up in court, but all I need it to do is stand up within Trista’s mind.
She takes her time, eyes moving over the words. It essentially says I have agreed to give her twenty-five thousand, and ten thousand of that has already been paid. In exchange, she agrees to work for me in The Wicked Horse for thirty days. It could be any of the jobs that are available, which she has already seen and been made aware. That was the reason I gave her the tour last night, because I wanted to make sure she knew everything she was getting into. And because Trista specifically mentioned sex with members as a no-go, I made sure to put that in there as well. I personally don’t care if she has sex with other members when she is off duty, but she’s going to be in for a surprise when she learns I’m not a member of this club and this agreement does not apply to me. It’s not like I’m going to force her into anything because I don’t need to. I can be very persuasive and Trista will end up wanting what I offer. It was obvious last night during the tour. I’d seen the subtle way she shifted on her feet and the change in her breathing patterns. She was turned on by what she saw, and I intend to introduce her to my world very soon. This contract is nothing more than a way to ensure she doesn’t use the “no sex with members rule” as an excuse if she’s nervous.
When she’s done reading the contract, she places it on my desk and moves forward in her chair. Without a word, I hand a pen to her. She signs it, not asking a single question or showing a moment’s hesitation. I’m wondering if that’s because she believes I’m merely giving her a legitimate job in exchange for the loan or if she’s so relieved to have the loan shark off her back, she truly doesn’t care what she needs to do over the next thirty days.
I have to say, I’m hoping it’s the latter. Having Trista Barnes at my beck and call without having any hesitancy from her would make this a very pleasant experience indeed.
CHAPTER 4
Trista
Jerico puts his signature on the document and tucks it back into his desk drawer without asking me if I want a copy. I don’t… but it would have been a nice offer.
I slowly wipe my palms across my denim-covered thighs, hoping it’s a casual enough move that Jerico doesn’t know they’re sweating. Even though I’m relieved to know Jayce will consider the loan paid at the end of thirty days, I am quite nervous about working in a sex club. It’s not for the reasons one would think, though. I have an adventurous sexual spirit, and I believe the few men I’ve had sexual relationships with have felt I was more than sufficient in the sack. There is no shame in working in a place that indulges in fantasy, kink, and fetish. Free world and all that stuff.
My concern is more personal.
I’m worried I’ll want to experience this fully and I should be concerned because I liked what I saw last night. The grotesque displays of debauchery are going to affect me, but I’m not sure how. My fear is it will turn me on.
Draw me in.
Make me curious.
“You ready to get started?” Jerico asks as he stands up from his chair.
I take a moment… a brief one. One where I can check him out under the guise of merely holding conversation with him.
Standing slowly from my chair, I give him a confident smile that I’m not feeling and say “Sure.”
As I’m doing that, I take the measure of the man before me while we’re in the bright lights of his office. He’s insanely tall. I bet he tops out around six-six. He’s built and the tailoring of his dress shirt is so precise I can see the shape of his biceps under the silk material. So yeah, Jerico has the body. But what makes him so striking is his face. His eyes are the first thing I notice, and I have a tough time looking away from them.
Crystal-jade green.