Page 5 of Bourbon Kingdom
Such a fancy fart.
We walked back out to the main hallway, where Rex grabbed my suitcase and led me up to the second floor. To the left, I could see the master bedroom, it was hard to miss with the French doors and immaculate four-post bed that stretched the length of one of the walls. Luckily, Rex guided me to the right side of the second floor and into a more modest room. It had beige walls, an oak sleigh bed, and red comforter, shock alert . . . wasn’t expecting that color scheme.
“This will be your room.”
“It’s lovely,” I lied, as I made eye contact with a picture of Thomas Jefferson that hung over my bed. I knew he was dead, but I was pretty damn sure he’d been reincarnated to live in that picture, because the former president was staring at my breasts, pervert.
“Are you hungry?” Rex asked, setting my suitcase on a padded bench that sat at the foot of the bed.
“No, just tired. It’s been a long night.”
“I’m sure,” Rex said, while he looked at his watch. “I’ll let you get to sleep. The door to the right is your closet and the door to the left is your private bathroom. I will be up around eight for breakfast, and then we can head on over to the club. Does that sound all right with you?”
“Yes, perfectly fine.”
Rex took a step forward to, what I could only assume was going to be a kiss, but mid-step, he backed off and gave me a small wave. “Good night, Kitten.”
“Good night,” I replied, as he walked out of my room and shut the door softly.
The minute he was gone, I exhaled a long breath that I felt like I’d been holding in ever since I walked into Rex’s house. I flung my body on the bed and was surprised when I found the mattress was as hard as a rock.
“Jesus, Rex. Invest in some mattresses not made in the 1920’s,” I mumbled, as I tried to soften the sturdy rock that lay beneath me by channeling my inner pussy cat and knead the fuck out of it. But there was no use, I was slumming it with Thomas and all of his other historic friends.
Overall, I thought I’d done a good job infiltrating the enemy’s lair. Actually, it wasn’t that hard at all. All I had to do now was do a little video work with my phone, interview some of the girls, and then send the video off to the police. Simple. No one was going to stand for a brothel in this town!
Feeling happy about my success, I opened my suitcase and started to unpack my things. I’d only brought limited items, because I really wanted to make it look like I had nothing, even though I had everything back at the Lafayette Club, and when I say everything, I mean Jett.
The itch to call him, to hear his voice, ran through my body, but I knew that would be a bad idea. For all I knew, Rex would be able to see who I was calling by posting cameras in my room.
Cameras.
My eyes shot to Thomas Jefferson above the bed and his beady little eyes. With determination, I jumped on the bed and lifted the picture off of the wall while saying, “Ah ha!”
To my dismay, there wasn’t a secret peep hole or a camera, it was just a plain old wall, and Thomas Jefferson just had creepy eyes.
Still not comfortable, I spent the next half hour scouring my room, bathroom, and closet for any kind of small camera or listening device, but came up short. There was nothing. Did Rex really trust me that much?
I was just about to lay down in bed after I had taken a quick shower and brushed my teeth, when I heard the faint sound of Rex’s voice rising to an angry level. Wanting to know who he was talking to, now that I was a secret agent—well, in my mind I was a secret agent—I quietly cracked open my door and tiptoed to the banister of the stairwell, where I perked up my ears to hear what Rex was saying.
“Yes, she’s upstairs. No, she’s not wearing a collar. I know. No, I didn’t take her phone, why should I? She said she’s no longer with him, that she wants nothing to do with him. Because I can trust her. She’s desperate Leo; she’ll do anything to not have to live on the streets again.” He paused for a second then said, “No, she will not be a girl, not just yet. I gave her a manager position at first . . .” He paused again, but then raised his voice, malice lacing it, frankly scaring me. “Because, I can’t just force her to be the main attraction of the club at first. I have to gain her trust, give her everything she needs, and then break her down, take away her entire life in exchange for what we want. It’s all about manipulating your subject. I know what I’m doing; we’ll get what we want. We’ll be sure to show Jett never to fuck with us.”
Heavy footsteps rang across the hardwood floors, making me jump out of my listening position and scamper back to my room. Carefully, I clicked the door shut and sat on my bed.
So, I wasn’t as clever as I thought I was. Rex didn’t want me; he wanted to use me to get back at Jett, but why? Were they still convinced Jett and I were an item?
No, they couldn’t be. There was something I was missing.
With a new understanding of what I had gotten myself into, I turned out the lights of my latest bedroom and thought about what tomorrow was going to bring, and how long it was going to be until I was able to see Jett and hear his voice once again.
There was a reason I was doing all of this; there was a reason why I was in Rex’s house, depriving myself of the man who had stolen my heart. I was doing this for Jett; I was doing this for us, so we could live the life we wanted to, not under someone else’s rules.
With a flip of the bird to Thomas, the creepy perv, I shut my eyes and went to sleep.
Chapter Two
“Bang Bang”
REX
