“Kace, wait.”

He stopped in the hallway but didn’t turn around. His back was tense as I approached him and I chalked it up to him being irritated with me but when I turned him around and looked him in the eyes, I saw pain.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, now concerned about him and not caring if Jett was home or not.

“Nothing,” he said as he started to walk away.

“Yes, something is wrong. Why won’t you talk to me?”

Kace stood inches from my face and said, “What have I told you? We’re not friends, Goldie.”

So, this has been Kace’s motto ever since I became an official Jett Girl. I’m not stupid, I know the man finds me attractive, I’ve seen the way he looks at me but this total avoidance thing unless he has to speak to me is starting to get on my nerves.

“Who said I want to be your friend,” I said defiantly. I mean, I kind of want to be his friend. He seems cool, when he’s not mad as hell or yelling at me. Plus, don’t friends have the privilege of seeing each other naked? I mean, I see the other Jett Girls naked and we’re friends. I think we should all just be naked friends, maybe Kace would be less tense.

Kace guffawed as he said, “Please, don’t fuck around with me. What do you want?”

The man was a dick.

Not wanting to play around anymore, I asked, “Is Jett home?”

A small smirk crossed his face making me want to smack him right across the jaw. The man knew my weakness and I hated it.

“Yeah, he’s home.”

“He is?” I asked a little too eagerly. “Any, umm…text messages?” I swallowed hard.

That damn smirk still graced Kace’s amazingly handsome face as he pulled out his phone and flashed me the screen. It was blank.

I felt deflated. It’s been three days and Jett was home, didn’t he want to see me? I knew I wasn’t supposed to let my heart get involved but who was I kidding, the minute Jett first touched me my heart took off. It was hard not to feel when it came to Jett.

“Must be busy with someone else,” Kace said, nailing the dagger in my heart even further.

I nodded, not letting Kace see the deflation in my body from the news and turned around.

“Have a good fuck,” I called over my shoulder as I headed back to the girls.

“For what it’s worth, he’s an idiot,” Kace said quietly.

Before I could turn and say anything in return, he was gone. He was such a confusing man.

Once I got back to where the girls were, Babs handed me a shot glass full of the whip cream delight. I threw the drink back and held out my glass for round two. Babs obliged. I took three more shots like that, not even speaking as the girls took them with me.

I was four shots in, in the matter of a minute and ready to go up to my room.

“I’m out, girls. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

“Don’t let him get to you,” Pepper said as she took another shot, alone. She’d been drinking a lot more lately and it was a little concerning but I wasn’t about to say anything, it wasn’t quite my place.

“I don’t let Kace get to me. I know he’s bound to be an asshole at least twice a day.”

“Not Kace,” Pepper said. “I mean Jett.”

Talking about Jett with the other girls was a little awkward because I was the only one Jett called up to the Bourbon Room now. Everyone told me they didn’t care and it didn’t matter to them but it was still weird.

“Umm, okay,” I replied, wanting to drop it. “Thanks for the drinks. I’m off to bed. Have a good night, girls.”

They waved to me as I took off toward the back staircase, avoiding all members. As I walked up the curved staircase to my room, I started taking off my heels and wig. I enjoyed dressing up but sometimes, it felt too much. I released my hair and let it fall over my shoulders. It felt good to free everything. We’ve had a presentation every night since I became official and I was ready for a night off where I didn’t have to slap on a layer of makeup and a miniscule article of clothing.

Walking down the narrow hallway where my room was located, I thought about how Jett was home but didn’t want to see me. It stung but I tried to convince myself that he must have been tired. I had no clue where he went on business, for all I knew he could have been in a foreign country and he was tired as hell. If I got back from a long trip, I would want to sleep too. Well, unless Jett came knocking at my door, I would peel my eyelids open for that man, that was how good he was.

Damn.

I walked in my room and tossed my heels, wig and mask to the side. I would pick them up later. I was not in the mood to organize.

I looked over at my bed and sighed as I thought about what a great night sleep I was going to get, even if I was a little horny.

I started to walk to my bedroom when I heard a shuffle behind me. I turned around and nearly screamed when I came face to face with Jett.

“Hello, my little one.”

Lady wood.

Those four little words, said in his seductively sexy southern voice had not only my heart pounding but my pussy was knocking at the bathing suit I was wearing, begging to be freed.

“Hi,” I gulped as he perused my body and licked his lips.

“Do you have something to say to me?”

Fuck yes!

Chapter Two

“Mmm Yeah”

Jett

It was a long three fucking days in New York, trying to square away some property I was purchasing out there and all I wanted to do was get back to the Lafayette Club, invite Goldie up to the Bourbon Room and taste that sweet pussy of hers but when I saw what the girls were wearing, I knew I couldn’t let Goldie up into the Bourbon Room, she would get glitter everywhere and I tried to keep the room as pristine as possible. The glitter would have declassed the play room and I didn’t want that, therefore, I waited for her in her room.

The girls looked sexy tonight, in their gold outfits and wigs but right now, with her hair down and bare-footed, Goldie had me begging to touch her. I hated to admit it, but I missed my little one. I was growing accustomed to seeing her every night, ready to submit but the past three days left me yearning to get back to my home town of New Orleans and into the Bourbon Room to see her, the one who’s been driving me crazy in my dreams.

I could tell she missed me by the way her eyes softened from seeing me and the way her breathing picked up when I asked if she had something to say to me.

I waited patiently as she nodded her head and said, “I’m here to submit to you.”

Every time those words came out of her mouth, I instantly got hard. Goldie was by far the sexiest woman I’ve ever met and it wasn’t just because her hair was the color of honey or the fact that even though she was tiny, she had curves for days. No, it was her attitude, her heart, her sass, the way she carried herself that made me so damn attracted to her.

Pleased with her submission, I pressed my palm against her cheek and said, “Did you miss me, Goldie?”

She nodded her head, as her cheek pressed against my hand.

“How much?”

“More than I want to admit.” Her eyes fluttered close.

“I saw the lap dance you gave tonight. I didn’t like it.”

Her eyes widened as she looked at me. “Did I not do a good job?”

“No, you did. I just don’t like you giving other men lap dances.”

A small smile crossed her face from my confession. I was all right with telling her my displeasure for her lap dances on other men because it was true. Normally, I wouldn’t divulge such information, I just kept things like that to myself but after her almost leaving me, leaving the club, I realized that I had to confess some things to her if I wanted to keep her in my life. There had to be a little give and take.

She went to touch me but I stepped away. I was in control and sometimes she forgot that. Her face fell from my rejection but I quickly recovered as I said, “Who’s in control here, Lo?”