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gift that kept on giving.

I parked a half block from the club. Close, but also far enough to assess the neighborhood, which could be dicey. And most importantly, to watch the comings and goings.

While I cooled my heels, I scrolled through my text messages. Saffi’s had been noncommittal as hell. Leave it to a newspaper reporter to not give anything away.

Who knew whether she’d be there later? It would be nice, sure. She was a total hottie with that long, dark hair and pretty, round ass. And the way she’d responded to me. I got hard just thinking about it. But in her absence, I’d probably just hit on someone else. I could be an asshole that way.

Why the fuck was I even thinking about her? Maybe I saw something of myself in her, how she was determined to make her own way?

Whatever.

I rang the club’s bell as soon as my mask was on.

Miss M stood before me in another of her slinky gowns—this time blue—her signature long hair in waves and bright red lips. Being greeted at the door was a nice perk, even if she was a little over the top with drama.

“G! So good to see you,” she purred, kissing the lips of my mask. She hooked her arm in mine, and we headed for the bar.

“What can I get you, my friend?” she asked, head tilted.

“Thanks. I’ll have my usual. A bourbon. On the rocks.”

She waved over the bartender, who was still setting up for the evening. “Two bourbons, please.”

She leaned back against the bar, propping her elbows on the surface behind her. “I’ve got something I want to talk to you about.”

Hmmm. “What’s that, M?”

“That woman you were with the other night. I think her name was B? I want to find out more about her.”

Now that was a funny coincidence. Or was it?

“Will you help me?” she asked.

“I don’t know. I mean, you know me, M. I keep my privacy protected.” I gestured to my mask. “And I don’t intend to impose on anyone else’s. That’s not how I roll.”

Good save.

Annoyance crossed her face. She wasn’t used to being told no. But she quickly reverted back to her sweet smile.

“Of course, G. I completely respect that.” She moved closer, lowering her voice even though no one was in earshot.

“But I want you to know, I don’t have a good feeling about her. You do what you want, but I’m asking you to be careful.”

Thank goodness she couldn’t see the expression on my face. She was freaking paranoid. Or, was it good instinct, honed by years of protecting the club?

But Safe was a reporter after all. Could M smell it on her?

I’m sure that had nothing to do with Saffi’s attendance at the club. She was hardly Woodward and Bernstein. She wrote about Little League, for god’s sake.

“Gotcha, babe.” I clinked her glass and headed for the stairs before she killed my buzz.

I parked myself on the cushy second floor sofa where I hoped for a little time to myself, or to be approached by some horny, good-looking chick.

I was flexible.

Turned out, I didn’t have to wait long. A tall redhead wearing only stilettos, a thong, and a half mask paraded by, throwing me a little smile. Her ass jiggled just the smallest amount as she walked away, and my cock jerked to life in my trousers.

Chapter 14

Saffi

I killed some time gabbing with Nelle until it was a reasonable hour to make an appearance at Club Silk. I yawned to kick off my exit. “Gosh, I’m pooped.”

“Me, too. Let’s take off,” She agreed.

We headed for the door, but before reaching it, I stopped.

“You know what, Nelle? Before I hit the road I’m gonna visit the ladies’ room.” I gave her a quick peck on the cheek, and we went our separate ways.

In the restroom, I dug into my makeup bag and proceeded to remove my working girl face and replace it with…what? My sex club face? I carefully re-did my makeup with an eye to creating a sexy, dramatic look. The YouTube videos I’d watched on applying “evening makeup” were paying off. I didn’t look like a harlot, at least I didn’t think so, but I didn’t look like a nun, either.

I pulled a small can of hairspray out of my purse and shot it over the top of my hair. As it dried, I brushed and teased it into something I hoped was alluring. It was the best I could do.

Done primping, I headed