Okay, I knew that wasn’t necessarily true because he cared for me, he took care of me and he told me I was beautiful but I refused to acknowledge any of that right now, I was mad.

“You disappoint me, little one.” My heart fell from his words. “I never want you to think of me like that because that is not even close to how I feel.”

“Yeah, well, with the way you just stated your feelings about me, how am I supposed to think?”

Jett ran his hand through his hair and blew out a frustrated breath. Ha! I got him. Finally, an emotion!

“I’m sorry.” He shook his head as he looked down at the ground. He loosened his shoulders and then looked back up at me. “I just…fuck, I’m an ass.”

I nodded, he was an ass. Good self-assessment.

“We’re different, Jett, in many ways and I’m trying on my end. Can you try on yours?”

He continued to stare at me but said nothing.

“Why can’t I go to your parties with you?”

Silencing me, he held his hand up and said, “That is non-negotiable. You’re not going.”

“Because you’re embarrassed of me,” I stated as my pride started to deflate.

“No.” He grabbed my hands and pulled me to his chest. “Not because I’m embarrassed of you, there is nothing to be embarrassed about. I just don’t want you to be exposed to those people. You’re a Jett Girl, you need to keep your anonymity. I don’t want them knowing who you are.”

“They won’t,” I said while pushing the subject. “No one knows who I am on stage so if they saw me in person, they would never be able to tell. I just don’t see why you won’t give me a chance. I can be classy.” I grabbed an empty glass off Jett’s desk and held it in front of me and stuck out my pinky finger. In a fake British accent, I said, “Oh why isn’t it a charming night in old New Orleans. Did you catch the hobos eating a rat a few blocks down?”

A smile crept over Jett’s face as he tried to hold back his laughter. “Not happening,” he said more playfully as he pulled me to his chest.

“Just give me a chance. I will go to refine school. I’m sure Kace can teach me a thing or two.”

“I don’t want Kace teaching you anything,” he said with a sharper tone than warranted.

I played with Jett’s buttons as I said, “You jealous?”

“When it comes to you, I’m always jealous. You should know that by now. Seeing you interact with anyone but me drives me crazy. I don’t think I could stand to take you to any parties with me, there would be way too many people staring at you. I wouldn’t be able to take it.”

Slipping my hand in his shirt so my hand caressed his bare chest, I said, “Jett, give me a chance. I can be the person you need.”

The look on Jett’s face was almost comical as he struggled with wanting to say no but also wanting to please me. The man put up a front but like he always said, I held the cards and right now, I could see how much I held them. My other hand wandered down to his waistline and played with his belt. A growl escaped from the back of his throat as he picked me up, threw me over his shoulder and carried me toward the Bourbon Room.

“You will talk to Miss Mary starting tomorrow.”

“Who’s Miss Mary?” I asked as Jett set me down next to the Bourbon Room Balance Beam. My insides twisted in excitement.

“Your new finishing school teacher,” he said as he played with my clothes, eyeing me with desire.

“You’re giving me a chance?” I asked in anticipation of hearing the answer.

He nodded his head and licked his lips as he looked me up and down. He stood with his hands in his pockets as he said, “Now, enough talking, do you have something to say to me?”

Boy fucking did I!

Chapter Six

“I Got U”

Jett

Sweat glistened off her body as she hung in front of me. My fingers were lodged in her, feeling her damp excitement as my mouth worked its way across her perfect breasts. Her head writhed against the beam as I continued to pleasantly torture her with my tongue against her skin and my skilled fingers in her delectable pussy.

After Goldie walked in and heard me disrespect her in the worst way, guilt washed over me and I saw instantly how I wronged her and everything I believed in. I was here to help these girls, to give them new opportunities that they wouldn’t normally have and I was here to protect them. I got so caught up in protecting Goldie because I’m a selfish bastard that I insulted her not only in front of her but in front of Kace as well.

Goldie was different than anyone I’ve ever met. She was fun, sassy and had a mouth to go along with it but she was sweet and caring as well. There were times that I could see the difference in our upbringings but that never bothered me, I just knew that she most likely wouldn’t mesh well with the people I’m obligated to mingle with, not that I cared much about that. I couldn’t really give two fucks what those high society snobs thought about me but I didn’t want them attacking Goldie and I knew that was exactly what would happen if I brought her around them. They would sense her weakness and tear her apart. Plus, I didn’t want her being exposed. My Jett Girls’ personas needed to be protected no matter what, no exceptions. If I brought Goldie out to be by my side at these dreadful events, then I would be nervous if people assumed she was a Jett Girl, especially the men. She was a beacon in the club, a favorite and I didn’t blame the men, she was absolute perfection.

I wanted to protect her but I wanted to make her happy as well. As she threw her head back with her mouth slightly ajar, I knew that all I wanted to do was please her. So when I said she would be meeting with Miss Mary, she would be. If I was going to take her out with me, the least I could do was prepare her for what she would be getting herself into. I could prepare her and give her the confidence she would need in order to walk around the ballrooms of the pretentious events I have to attend so that if someone does approach her, she will know the exact way to respond without showing one ounce of weakness.

“Oh, God…” She moaned as she continued to writhe against my fingers. “Yes, Jett, yes.”

The way my name fell so easily off her tongue in the moment of ecstasy was all the pleasure I needed as my cock jolted against my pants’ zipper.

“How close are you?” I asked as I worked my mouth up to her earlobe. I knew how close she was but I loved hearing her tell me.

“So…close.” She panted. She was strapped against the balance beam and vertical. Her legs and arms were tied back so she was completely in my hands. She was giving me such a precious gift that I would never take advantage of.

Knowing what she needed to go over the edge, I removed my fingers from her, eliciting a protesting moan and worked my mouth down her body. I felt her pulse start to kick up as she realized where I was about to go. Her stomach heaved as she prepared for my mouth, waiting for the moment when my tongue reached out and ran along her slick pussy.

My hands gripped the top of her thighs as my head hovered above her mound, itching to give her what she fully wanted. I took one last glimpse at her, our eyes met, sending a bolt of electricity straight to my core. She wanted me, it was evident and damn it all to hell if I didn’t want her too.

I took a deep breath, taking in her essence and plunged forward. The moment my tongue met her pussy, her back arched off the beam and she cried out in pleasure. Pride surged through me as she came on my mouth, my name rolling off her tongue. Without even thinking, I tore my pants down, flipped the beam so it was horizontal and plunged myself into Goldie. I couldn’t take the pressure that was building up in me anymore, I needed my release, I needed to release myself inside her.

I was normally an emotionless man who never showed a tell. Emotions and feelings were signs of weakness in a man was what I was taught so I kept a straight face but when it came to Goldie, I was lost the minute her blue eyes met mine. It was impossible not to slowly lose myself in her body, in the way she looked at me, touched me, moaned for me. She tested my limits on a daily basis and I would be a lying son of a bitch if I said I didn’t like it.