Dirty Little Secret: A Billionaire Romance Duet - Mika Lane Page 0,27

from the mezzanine. Miss M and some others who’d been watching me navigated the last step. She was with—wait a minute—she was with the woman with the half mask who I’d seen watching me from the back of the room. But before I could make a move, they’d exited the stairs and turned the corner. I tried to follow, but when I reached the bottom of the stairs, I’d lost them.

Damn.

So, I went back up, all the way to the third floor, to the Twist Room. I knocked on the door and the usual oversized bouncer let me in.

“How are ya?” I extended my hand.

“Mr. G, my friend. So good to see you,” he answered with his gap-toothed smile.

“There’re some hotties in here tonight, G. Git it.”

“Seriously,” I said, patting him on the shoulder.

I honestly wasn’t up for any more playing, the redhead having sucked the energy out of me—minus the orgasm—but I was always game for watching. I settled into a club chair so no one could sit next to me, and watched the scene taking place just to my right.

Some lucky bastard had two gorgeous women. The blonde with her hair piled on her head—what did they call those? Buns?—was full-figured with flawless skin. The other had a dark-brown pixie cut and was boyishly thin with tits topped in tight, pink nipples. The contrast between the two was extreme, and yet they moved on the man in perfect rhythm.

And he looked to be having a pretty damn good time, too, laying on his back with the skinny one riding his tongue.

At the other end of him, the voluptuous one kneeled, ass in the air, his cock in her mouth, hoovering him like he was her last supper.

The skinny one started bucking on his face, convulsing with barely a sound as her face twisted. The big-titted one sucked until the guy’s legs spasmed. He thrust his hips into her face one last time and began to shoot. She pulled back and let his load coat her full tits.

The hot scene brought Saffi to mind. My new “friend,” who also happened to be the daughter of an important business associate. I kept reminding myself of that piece.

But she’d been so responsive when I finger-fucked her, and she was gorgeous to boot. I grabbed for my phone. Maybe she could be persuaded to come out and play?

I texted, and she shot me down, taking a rain check, possibly for tomorrow. It was just as well. I was getting tired and needed to get home to check on my brother, Beau.

Chapter 18

Saffi

I found a private corner to read my text from G.

how r u tonight?

My heart thumped in my chest, and I casually looked around. With the mask, I had to be safe, right? He couldn’t identify me. I hoped.

I readjusted my disguise and casually looked through the room. He was nowhere in sight.

was hoping you’d come to the club tonight

Sipping my bubbly, I scoured the room again.

Tomorrow? I asked.

what time?

the usual? I responded.

I dropped the phone back into my purse. The night was young, and I had more investigating to do. The trick was to do it without G identifying me. If he were still there.

I turned to see M with a small group of people, chatting as she watched me from across the room.

Why was she always on my ass?

Smiling, I saluted her and headed for the stairs. Time to see what was going on in the playrooms.

It was my second night at the club, and I barely knew any more than the day the tattered business card landed under my shoe at the bus stop. Well, except that I liked being finger fucked in public, enjoyed kissing another woman, and still hated port.

The club’s secrets were sealed up tight. Just like Miss M wanted it.

I needed to find a “friend” to hang with, someone other than G, who might answer some questions. I found a spot on a cushy love seat on the third floor, and figured that soon enough someone would join me.

“Hey,” said the bartender from earlier.

“Hi there, O.”

He plopped down next to me.

“You’re done working?” I asked.

He smiled, displaying some of the deepest, hottest dimples I’d ever seen. I hadn’t paid his looks much attention before, but I had to admit that his chiseled jaw and mussed hair were a treat for the eyes.

“Yeah,” he said, nodding. “My buddy’s got me covered for the rest of the night.”

Perfect. He could be my cover just long enough