Page 60 of Bourbon Sins
Jeremy looked a little shaken at my harsh tone. “I understand that sir, but Kace asked me to take over the details for this event, since he’s been busy with training and building new equipment for the girls.”
“New equipment?” I asked, feeling like a complete ass for not knowing what was going on in my own club.
“Uh . . . yeah. The girls had some ideas about ramping up their stage presence, so Kace has been working on it.”
“And whose fucking idea was this?”
“Pepper’s,” Jeremy gulped.
“You’re excused,” I said, as I turned my chair to look out the window.
I heard Jeremy shuffling around behind me as he gathered his items and left. When did it become okay for me to lose complete control of my club? When was it okay for people to start making decisions without me? I don’t ever remember saying that was okay.
Turning on my television to see what was happening in the Toulouse Room, I quickly pulled out my phone to text Kace.
Jett: Send Goldie up to the Bourbon Room when she’s done.
I had plans for Goldie tonight, and they involved taking back a little bit of the control I’d lost.
The minute I looked up at the television to spot the girls during their presentation, I started seething at the sight in front of me. Not only were their dance moves beyond provocative—they were practically humping each other—but their outfits left absolutely nothing to the imagination, and that was what was chapping my ass. This was supposed to be a club with some class, and what I was seeing on my screen was nothing close to that.
Fucking hell.
Goldie came into view and I nearly choked on the bourbon that was once swirling around in my cup. She was barely covered up top, to the point where I swore I saw nipple a couple of times. This was unacceptable. I had a strict rule against the girls being naked . . . ever.
Luckily, their presentation ended and they exited the stage before I could go down there myself and pull every one of their tiny asses out of the room. The men nodded their heads in approval and a couple of them went off to the booths, which was shameful in my eyes. Yes, I made the booths available, but seeing such high-powered men being reduced to jacking off in a booth after a presentation was almost sickening.
I was just about to call Kace when my phone dinged with a text back.
Kace: No luck, dude. She said no.
I felt like my eyes bulged out of their sockets. I had to read the text a couple of times to make sure I was understanding what I was seeing. Not wanting to deal with texting back and forth and not having the dexterity to do so given the rage pouring through me, I called him.
“Hey.”
“What the hell do you mean, she said no?”
“She said no; she doesn’t want to go up to the room tonight.”
What the fuck? Never in the years that I had the club, had a girl said no to me . . . ever! Never in my life for that matter. I always got what I wanted, without even really having to put much effort in either.
“Why the hell not?” I asked, with a voice more like that of a petulant child than a dignified man.
“Got your panties in a twist?” Kace asked, and I could hear the mirth in his voice. If the man wasn’t lethal with his fists, I would have punched his dick off by now.
“I’m not in the mood, Kace.”
“Neither is she . . . apparently.”
I growled into the phone. I was losing all my control. The club, the girls, Goldie and it was hitting me hard. I needed the control, it was the only thing that held me together, that kept me from crumbling to my knees. Control over everything, because without control, you lose the best things in your life, the best people, like my mom.
Kace blew out an exaggerated breath. “They’re all mad at you for taking away lap dances.” Christ! “They were hoping to make a good dime tonight to add to their bank accounts and they worked really hard on a synchronized lap dance routine. You kind of muffed that up for them.”
“You mean to tell me that they’re calling mutiny?”
“I think so.” Kace chuckled into the phone. I was about to answer when Kace cut me off. “Why did you do it, man?”
I knew why I cut off lap dances: it was because I didn’t want Goldie giving anyone a lap dance, especially since I hadn’t had one yet. I was a jealous idiot; Isn’t that obvious? I would admit my jealousies to myself, but I never thought it would cause this much drama, and Ineverthought they would flat out call mutiny. Feisty women.
