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taken a bite of my fabulous chicken breast that is covered and smothered in scrumptious melted Swiss and bacon when Zev appears out of nowhere. I swallow swiftly and take a drink of my water.
“Zev, my man, what can I do for you?”
“Actually, I need to speak to Tara. We have an issue in the lounge.”
Noah scowls at him. “We’re having dinner. Can’t it wait? She’s not working tonight.”
Zev grits his teeth. “No, it can’t wait.” He looks to me, and the angry expression on his face tells me I should get up immediately.
“I’ll only be a minute.” I lay my napkin on the table and follow Zev out the door to the lobby. He turns and takes hold of my arm, much like he did when I was in his office last week.
“What is the problem? Did I do something wrong last night in the lounge?”
“No, you didn’t, but you’re doing something wrong now. I told you to stay the hell away from Noah.”
“That’s what this is about? I’m just having dinner with him. It’s the only way I can get him off my case. The man is persistent.”
Zev closes his eyes and blows out a breath.
“Fuck, I know he is, and he will not let up. Trust me. This will only fuel him further.”
I tip my chin up at him. “I can handle a man. I don’t need you watching over me.”
“Tara, he’s not going to simply let you go home. Tonight, you’ll end up tied to a bed and not by choice.”
My eyes widen. Even if he’s correct, he’s not telling me what to do.
“Maybe I like being tied up.”
He blinks a few times. “Fuck, you’re …” He groans lightly. “Well, not tonight. I’m telling him I have to have you working. He can admire you from afar in the lounge if he’d like.”
“Maybe I’d like a break from standing on my heels.”
He looks off for a few seconds, and I can only imagine what he’s conjuring up next. “You have a business degree, right? My administrative assistant for Caged has been out sick for two weeks. I need some work completed. You can help me with that.”
Hmm … the thought of staring at Zev’s muscles and those hazel eyes all night is appealing. I like him, but he doesn’t have to know that. If I’m honest, it’s kind of sweet the way he’s looking out for me.
“Fine,” I say as I jerk free from him and cross my arms.
He exhales another breath and glides a hand over his silky, black hair.
“Thank you. I’ll handle Noah.”
Zev
What the fuck am I doing? I’m only going to have Noah more pissed at me, but I can’t let this girl walk right into his trap.
I unfortunately witnessed his freaky behavior the night we brought the strippers back to the hotel. He couldn’t wait to drag one of them to our special Submission rooms. He runs up a mighty tab reserving those rooms a few times a week.
To me, that’s not shit you do with just anyone, and he’s doing God knows what with a different chick in there every few days. The rooms supply about everything you need for the full-on BDSM experience.
He bragged that night about how he once forced a woman into the cage and made her suck his dick through the side of it, and from his detailed description of the night, I don’t believe she was getting her rocks off from it.
I already know he’s lost a screw in that brain of his, and evilness has filled its space. I stare down at him now that we’re back at the table.
“Tara has to come with me. We had a problem in the lounge last night between her and a member that we need to clear up. I apologize.” In my peripheral, I see Tara’s head jerk my way.
“Can I see you later tonight then?” he asks her.
“No, she’s going to make it up to me by doing some administrative work.”
Noah glares at me, his suspicion lingering, and I guess I should’ve come up with something better than that excuse. He throws his napkin down on his plate. “Fine.” His glare disappears as he shifts his gaze to Tara.
“Tara, thank you for having dinner with me. We’ll pick up where we left
“Zev, my man, what can I do for you?”
“Actually, I need to speak to Tara. We have an issue in the lounge.”
Noah scowls at him. “We’re having dinner. Can’t it wait? She’s not working tonight.”
Zev grits his teeth. “No, it can’t wait.” He looks to me, and the angry expression on his face tells me I should get up immediately.
“I’ll only be a minute.” I lay my napkin on the table and follow Zev out the door to the lobby. He turns and takes hold of my arm, much like he did when I was in his office last week.
“What is the problem? Did I do something wrong last night in the lounge?”
“No, you didn’t, but you’re doing something wrong now. I told you to stay the hell away from Noah.”
“That’s what this is about? I’m just having dinner with him. It’s the only way I can get him off my case. The man is persistent.”
Zev closes his eyes and blows out a breath.
“Fuck, I know he is, and he will not let up. Trust me. This will only fuel him further.”
I tip my chin up at him. “I can handle a man. I don’t need you watching over me.”
“Tara, he’s not going to simply let you go home. Tonight, you’ll end up tied to a bed and not by choice.”
My eyes widen. Even if he’s correct, he’s not telling me what to do.
“Maybe I like being tied up.”
He blinks a few times. “Fuck, you’re …” He groans lightly. “Well, not tonight. I’m telling him I have to have you working. He can admire you from afar in the lounge if he’d like.”
“Maybe I’d like a break from standing on my heels.”
He looks off for a few seconds, and I can only imagine what he’s conjuring up next. “You have a business degree, right? My administrative assistant for Caged has been out sick for two weeks. I need some work completed. You can help me with that.”
Hmm … the thought of staring at Zev’s muscles and those hazel eyes all night is appealing. I like him, but he doesn’t have to know that. If I’m honest, it’s kind of sweet the way he’s looking out for me.
“Fine,” I say as I jerk free from him and cross my arms.
He exhales another breath and glides a hand over his silky, black hair.
“Thank you. I’ll handle Noah.”
Zev
What the fuck am I doing? I’m only going to have Noah more pissed at me, but I can’t let this girl walk right into his trap.
I unfortunately witnessed his freaky behavior the night we brought the strippers back to the hotel. He couldn’t wait to drag one of them to our special Submission rooms. He runs up a mighty tab reserving those rooms a few times a week.
To me, that’s not shit you do with just anyone, and he’s doing God knows what with a different chick in there every few days. The rooms supply about everything you need for the full-on BDSM experience.
He bragged that night about how he once forced a woman into the cage and made her suck his dick through the side of it, and from his detailed description of the night, I don’t believe she was getting her rocks off from it.
I already know he’s lost a screw in that brain of his, and evilness has filled its space. I stare down at him now that we’re back at the table.
“Tara has to come with me. We had a problem in the lounge last night between her and a member that we need to clear up. I apologize.” In my peripheral, I see Tara’s head jerk my way.
“Can I see you later tonight then?” he asks her.
“No, she’s going to make it up to me by doing some administrative work.”
Noah glares at me, his suspicion lingering, and I guess I should’ve come up with something better than that excuse. He throws his napkin down on his plate. “Fine.” His glare disappears as he shifts his gaze to Tara.
“Tara, thank you for having dinner with me. We’ll pick up where we left
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