Page 26 of Bourbon Sins
Kace just looked at me and handed me a pen, not taking his eyes off of mine. I didn’t get this guy at all. There were times when I swore he wanted to eat me alive with his eyes, but other times he acted like he was too good to even be in the same room as me. He was a puzzle that I was a little interested in solving.
I took the pen and signed my life away to Jett. I just prayed as I signed that he had a giant cock and was an animal in bed, because after getting used to being fucked by Rex Titan, there were going to be big shoes to fill.
Kace grabbed the papers, put them back in the folder, and then got up from his chair.
“You are under my watch now. I am the manager of the Jett Girls, so if I tell you to be somewhere, make sure your ass is on time. You got it?”
“That’ll be pleasant,” I said sarcastically.
Kace reached into his pocket and handed me a brand new iPhone. “This your new phone, your schedule is automatically updated in it. I took the liberty of transferring all your contacts, pictures and apps to your new phone, so you don’t have to worry about that.”
I grabbed the phone hastily as I stood up. “That is an invasion of privacy!”
“I didn’t look at anything, so relax.” Kace looked through the folder one last time and then swore. “Shit, I almost forgot. Every girl in the house has a Jett Girl name that they go by once they sign the contract. This is to fully protect you. Jett assigns the name for each girl. Your Jett Girl name is Lo.”
“Lo?” I asked, almost disgusted. “He couldn’t think of anything better?”
“He has his reasons. Get your ass in the shower and meet me in the main entryway for your tour in thirty minutes. Don’t forget your mask and attire.”
“I know!” I said, like a petulant child.
Kace was about to exit the door when he turned in the doorway and looked at me. “Oh and by the way, Lo, you have zero privacy here.”
With that, Kace walked out the room, leaving me to think, what did I just get myself into?
Chapter Twelve
“Express”
GOLDIE / LO
Surprisingly, the mask that was required wasn’t annoying to wear. I really thought I was going to want to take it off in the first five minutes, but the inner lining of the mask was silk, so it was incredibly comfortable to wear. The dress shirt fit me like a damn glove and, if I were to be honest, I felt incredibly sexy in it. I popped the buttons open so they rode dangerously undone around my breasts and enjoyed the feel of the three inch heels that made my legs look long and lithe, which was a miracle, since I was five foot nothing.
I met Kace down in the elaborate entryway that I was able to take in yesterday and he showed me all around the house. Every inch of the house was extravagant, from the floor-to-ceiling curtains to the ornate furniture and art that graced the walls.
Two things stuck in my brain as I took the tour. One was that the third floor was completely off limits unless I was invited up there and two, Jett was richer than fucking King Midas himself. I didn’t even know therewerehouses as big as the Lafayette Club in the Garden District, or anywhere in New Orleans, for that matter, and now I lived in one. I kept joking with Kace that I was going to need a map of the place. He just kept saying don’t go to the third floor and huffed as he walked me around. Talk about moody.
We were back on the first floor and headed toward the back of the house, where the music was coming from last night. The only room I had yet to see was where the actual club took place, the Toulouse Room.
The doors to the room were pure black with shiny chrome handles. Just looking at the doors, you could tell the room was reserved for only the finest of sinful affairs. I was beyond intrigued, and a little excited to see what my life was going to be like.
“The girls are about to start practice, so when the music starts, we are just going to sit and observe, okay?”
I nodded as we headed in.
Kace opened the doors and allowed me to walk in first. The first thing I noticed was that the room was round, which surprised me because the structure on the outside indicated a square room. The carpet was pristine black and the walls were a deep purple. There was lighting that lined the walls, giving off a purple glow. In the middle of the room, there was a giant table that looked like it had a step up. The whole table connected to a wall that was straight back from where I was standing. I conjured it up to be the stage for the girls because it also lined the far wall and had floor-to-ceiling length curtains that were the same color as the walls. The stage was chrome, but the top of it had some kind of black slip guard, which was good to know because heels could be slippery at times.
Lining the walls in the back were four sets of black stripper poles with cushioned purple platforms at the bottom. To one side of the room there were booths with curtains and on the other side was a bar. The room oozed sex and money, I was loving it.
I looked closely at the art on the wall and said, “Is that . . . a nipple?”
“Yeah,” Kace said while taking a seat in a black and chrome leather chair that had four legs and arms that were wide enough for the biggest of men to feel comfortable.
As I looked closer at the art, I noticed they were all images of body parts. Interesting.
“Whose nipple is it?” I asked, while sitting next to Kace. The chairs were beyond comfortable. If I was a man, I would come to the club just to sit in the chair.
“What does it matter?”
