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“That’s where you’re wrong. I do have a choice. I have a little more self-respect than whoring myself out at some creepy man’s brothel so I don’t have to live sad paycheck to sad paycheck.”
“Is that why you get paid for sex by Rex Titan?”
I was pretty sure the man just sucker punched me, because I was gasping for air trying to figure out how the hell he knew about Rex.
I pointed at him and said, “You’re a sick fuck, you know that? Get another hobby and stop stalking innocent girls. Fucking creep.”
I got up from my seat and grabbed my purse. The stupid asshat could find another girl. I was over it.
“The offer stands until midnight, Goldie.”
I turned around and looked him in the eyes as I said, “You can take your offer and shove it up your dick hole. See ya, psycho.”
Chapter Seven
“Turn Down for What”
JETT
Kace had yet to call me about his meeting with Goldie. I didn’t know what was taking so long. It should have been an easy transaction. He should have called me ten minutes ago to give me the go ahead to cut all her ties with Kitten’s Castle, take control of her bank account, and get her moved into the club as soon as possible, but instead, I waited in my office, looking out the window at the tops of the trees that lined the street.
Goldie’s room was ready, her lingerie was designed and sitting on her bed, waiting for her arrival, and the other girls had been informed. I just needed her to agree to come on board.
There was a light knock at my office door. The only person it could be was Kace, because the girls were not allowed on the third floor, unless invited to the Bourbon Room.
“Come in,” I said without turning my chair.
I heard Kace approach and sit in the chair across from my desk.
“Well?” I asked.
“She told me to stick my offer up my dick hole.”
A small smile spread across my face at the foul-mouthed little one. She was going to be a hellion, that was for sure. I could tell from the first moment I saw her.
I turned slowly in my chair to face Kace, who was not amused. “Why did she say no?”
Kace shrugged his shoulders. “She thinks you’re some kind of psycho creep who needs to pay off women to get some ass, as she so eloquently put it.” Kace ran his hand through his hair.
“Wow, thanks for painting me like a giant douche. What did you tell her?”
“I gave her the basic spiel, nothing different.”
“Did you tell her about the education she’ll earn, and how I will take care of her debt? Did you mention that this is to better her life?”
“Yeah, but I think she’s damaged, you know? She doesn’t really trust anyone and why should she trust us? She doesn’t know what we do here. She thinks it’s some kind of horny man brothel.”
“Damn it, Kace. What the fuck did you tell her? It seems to me like you made the Lafayette Club sound worse than Kitten’s Castle.”
“Dude, it’s not the club that bothered her.”
“Then what . . .”
“It was the submission.”
I sat back in my chair as I observed Kace. For some reason, I had a feeling he didn’t paint me in the best light to Goldie, and I didn’t know why.
“Did you tell her it was forced submission? Because it’s not. The only reason a Jett Girl submits to me is if she wants to be taken care of in the bedroom, if they need to be pleased. The reason I don’t allow outside relationships is because I don’t want their safety to be at risk. These are high-powered men who come into the club, if they found out the identity of the girls, they would do pretty much anything to get them into bed, to take advantage of them. I’ve seen it before, obviously not at my club, but I have seen it other places.”
