Page 20 of Bourbon Sins
“Holy shit,” I barely whispered as I took in my new sanctuary.
The walls were a beautiful creamy yellow with white furniture, green curtains, and orange accents. It was light and airy and beyond anything I had ever seen or imagined. The bed looked like a cloud floating in the room; there was a window seat that had a giant window giving me a view that I couldn’t quite see because it was dark, but I knew it had to be good. I turned to the right and almost fell to my knees. In the corner there was an easel, paper, and multiple art supplies.
My hand was over my mouth as I approached the expensive charcoal and paints that I never would have been able to afford myself.
“Oh my God. Is this for real?”
“Yeah . . . Jett designed everything specifically for you.”
“But, how did he . . .?”
“He knows everything, Goldie. He’s a very powerful man.”
Not really caring that there was a massive invasion of privacy going on, I continued to look around the room. It was so comforting, charming, it felt like home.
There were two white French doors with curtains covering the windows. I pulled them open and was caught off-guard; what I was looking at was not what I expected.
I felt my brow crinkle as I turned to look at Kace.
“What’s with all the men’s shirts? Am I rooming with someone?”
The closet was filled with men’s dress shirts in an excessive amount of colors. Underneath them were matching high heels in a variety of styles and heights.
“I don’t get it,” I said, while looking at Kace.
“What don’t you get? That’s your closet and those are your clothes.”
“There are only shirts in here.” I went inside the closet and pulled a shirt down and held it up to my body. It reached mid-thigh, but was tailored for a woman’s figure. “Where are all the pants?”
“No pants.”
“No pants?”
“Nope.” He shook his head. “Your clothing of choice in the house will be a dress shirt and lingerie, which if you open those drawers, you’ll see all the lingerie you will need. Jett Girls wear the dress shirts because sometimes the men conducting business will be in and out of the house and we want to make sure we stay in character, there is an expectation for you girls to stick to.”
I nodded my head, opened the drawers and was hit with black, black everywhere. Black satin, black lace, even some black cotton, but all black.
“Little obsessed with black?”
“That is what a Jett Girl in training wears, black.”
I fingered the fine delicates and marveled at the softness. My body was so used to plain polyester panties scratching my bum that it wasn’t going to know what to do with itself when I caressed it with these silk garments.
“What does a Jett Girl wear?”
“They wear deep purple with black lace overlay.”
“Just like the business card.”
Kace nodded and continued. “You will have some costumes though, depending on what the occasion is and what the meeting agenda calls for. Each meeting, the members get to pick what they would like to see performed and, depending on what they want, it determines what you girls wear. But classically, you will all wear deep purple with black lace . . . well, that’s if you make it.”
“What do you mean if I make it?”
“You’re in training. We have to make sure you’re Jett Girl material before we put you center stage.”
“Well, I am,” I said, standing tall, which was not very tall . . . especially compared to the Adonis standing in front of me.
“We’ll see about that.” He went further into the closet and pulled on some drawers. “There are some regular clothes in here like jeans and yoga pants, but those are for running errands. Whenever you are in the house, you are to wear a dress shirt and heels.”
