of his missing girls, she should provide a reason for him to leave quickly.
Smiling slightly, she unclipped the flogger from her waist, then undid her corset about halfway down.
A thought made her stiffen. She’d seen Natalia earlier—and had crossed to the other side of the club to avoid her. What if the subbie came in here?
Talk about awkward. She didn’t have a chance to worry, though.
The door was shoved open. And there was the manager in his black vinyl pants and sleeveless shirt. Aren’t you all shiny, you dodgy git?
He stopped dead, the door half open. “Olivia.”
Hands on her hips, she gave him the haughty glare she’d learned from Anne, a warning that indicated the male’s balls would be in danger if he continued in his stupidity. “I believe you’re in the wrong room. This is the loo for the feminine oriented. Or was I mistaken about your gender identity?”
The way red rolled into his beefy face was quite rewarding. “Yeah, no. Just searching for a couple of friends of mine. They in here?”
She glanced at her flogger. It’d be so satisfying to whip him right out of the room.
Instead, she rolled her eyes. “You have no friends in here, Wrecker. Now sod off—and close the door. I’m not putting on a strip-show for the club.”
For a long moment, he stood there, his gaze on the toilets behind her. The doors were open; no feet showed in the stalls.
Without another word, he turned and left.
Her eyes narrowed.
After Natalia moved out, Olivia had tried to erase her memory with meaningless play for a couple of weeks. Failing miserably, she’d given up and stayed away from the club. Until this evening after Holt called.
Apparently, the other Masters and Anne hadn’t been here either. Hadn’t anyone been around to see what the bloody wanker was doing to their club?
At the bar, while filling Max and Cullen in, Ghost saw Wrecker enter the restroom—and exit rather quickly.
Good job, Olivia.
After Wrecker spoke with a Dom near the food tables, they both walked out the door.
Leaving during the club’s busiest time? Hell of a manager. Despite his disgust, Ghost nodded in satisfaction. Now, Max would have time to talk to the girls.
Cullen gathered some sodas and cookies, then joined Ghost and Max as they headed toward the restroom.
“Thanks for helping,” Ghost said to Max. “Sorry about disrupting your scene.”
The cop shrugged. “Interruptions come with the job. We were wrapping up the session anyway, and Alastair will enjoy giving Zuri aftercare. Hell, he’ll probably drag her upstairs and taunt me about it later.”
Cullen grinned. “The doc has a mean side.”
In the restroom, Olivia was hooking up her corset. “If you’re going to talk with the girls, I’ll continue to stand guard.”
“Thanks, Olivia,” Ghost said.
Her short nod made him wonder if she was angry at Wrecker—or at him?
As the girls started on the food and drinks Cullen had brought, Max introduced himself and showed his badge. He took a knee on the hard floor, putting him at the level of the girls. He was a big man with the hard expression of someone who’d seen the worst of humanity, and Ghost was impressed at his ability to appear nonthreatening.
Under his gentle questioning, the complete story came out.
At the beach, the girls had been sighing over the Fifty Shades movie, and Wrecker heard them. He’d said he could show them all kinds of BDSM stuff, but they—smart girls—said no. So, he told them about the Shadowlands and said he could get them in, no problem.
Fucking bastard. Z was going to… Hell, there were no words.
Olivia stepped around the corner. “Josie sent word that Wrecker is back in the club and doing a search.”
Ah, the asshole and his buddy must have been driving up and down the road, hunting for the girls…without success.
At the news, Chloe and Alexis started clinging to Valerie again.
“Right, then.” Max closed his notebook and turned off the recorder. “I’ll take you two home.”
The girls jumped up. “That’s it?” Alexis asked.
“That’s it. He’s our problem now.” Max handed them each his card. “Let’s go.”
After giving Valerie long hugs—and smiling at Ghost—the girls followed the detective out the door to the entry. The guard might report their escape to Wrecker, but it would be too late.
On the drive, Max intended to discuss the law, the dangers, and would probably manage to talk with their parents. He was a good cop.
“Ghost, I’ll wait for you at the bar,” Cullen said.
“I’ll be right there.” Ghost turned to Valerie, who