Текст книги "Becoming a Jett Girl"

Автор книги: Meghan Quinn

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Chapter Sixteen

“Madness”

Jett

The minute I saw Goldie sound off for the first time, I was enthralled. For some reason, the little honey-haired girl had captured me and there was nothing I could do about it. I yearned to touch her and feel her soft skin, but I knew it wasn’t time yet. She wasn’t ready, so I continued to tell myself to have patience and I would eat up my anxiety with another girl for now.

I just sat down in my chair to enjoy my dinner when I saw George spit his drink all over Goldie. I stood up out of my chair and looked closely at the TV as I watched the whole scene play out. I zoomed in on Goldie’s face and she looked completely humiliated. A tight vise wrapped around my heart when I thought about how she might feel.

The man screamed for Kace and Kace took Goldie to the back room, not using much grace. Rage boiled through my blood as I thought about how poorly Kace handled the situation. We never let members treat our girls like those two men did, by throwing their drinks at her and demanding that she leave.

Most businesses run by the motto that the customer is always right, but I didn’t. I ran with the idea that the Jett Girls were always right. They came first above anyone else, no questions asked. The way I saw it, Kace escorted the wrong person out of the room.

I sent a quick text to him to let him know I wanted Babs tonight, but also to have him get his ass up to my office as soon as possible.

I sat back in my chair, finished my dinner, and waited for Kace to arrive.

There was a knock at my door. “Come in,” I said, as I wiped my face with my napkin.

Kace walked in and slouched in the chair that was sitting directly across from me. He folded his arms over his chest and looked at me as if he didn’t do anything wrong.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” I asked, trying not to reach across my desk and punch a hole through his face.

“She fucked up; she needed to learn her lesson. She wasn’t paying attention.”

“We don’t punish the girls, Kace.”

“She wasn’t doing her job; she was too distracted. You can’t just have her go out there, completely unprepared. What happened to her is nothing compared to what could have happened.”

“What should have happened is you should have kicked those two men out of the club for disgracing one of our girls. When have we ever let that happen?”

“They had all the right…”

“They had no right,” I said, as I pounded my desk with my fist. “What is this really about Kace? If it was Francy in Goldie’s place…”

“Lo,” Kace interrupted.

“What?”

“Her Jett Girl name is Lo; don’t forget it.”

I sat back in my chair and watched as a tiny smirk spread across Kace’s cocky face.

“What is your problem with her?”

Kace sat up in his chair and leaned toward my desk. “She’s not cut out to be a Jett Girl, simple as that. You aren’t with her everyday like I am. She’s not Jett Girl material. The minute you take her in the Bourbon Room, she is going to cling to you. She is looking for comfort in her life; she doesn’t have the same mentality as Babs and Pepper. You can’t just fuck her and then call on another girl the next night. She’s not going to take it well. The minute she feels you hold her, touch her…fuck her, she is going to become attached and then what the hell are you going to do? You will break her; is that what you really want?”

I sat back in my chair as Kace went off about Goldie. In the back of my mind, Kace confirmed all the suspicions I had about Goldie. Going into this, I knew there was a possibility that she wouldn’t be able to handle my kind of lifestyle, but I ignored that feeling and, if I was going to be honest, I was going to continue to ignore that feeling because I was a selfish son-of-a-bitch and I wanted her.

“Do you like her?” I asked, trying to gauge Kace’s true feelings.

Kace sat up straight with a stunned face, but quickly washed it away and said, “I wouldn’t say we’re friends but…”

“No,” I interrupted, “Do you like her…physically?”

Silence met the end of my question as Kace looked down at his hands.

“No, I don’t,” he responded.

“I don’t believe you.”

“Well that’s your problem, not mine,” he said, while looking back up at me with determination in his eyes.

Thoughts of Kace and Goldie ran through my mind and I instantly started to get antsy at the idea. I didn’t like it. I had been known to back off a girl for Kace before, but not this time. Goldie was mine.

“Tomorrow, you are to call up the two men who tossed their drinks at Goldie and end their memberships. They are no longer allowed in my club.”

“But…”

“They are done. They don’t treat our girls like that, no matter how they might have screwed up.”

“Dude, you are seriously going to get rid of two powerful men for a girl that means nothing? They could destroy you.”

“I don’t give a fuck. They need to show some respect. Just because they have money doesn’t mean they can treat people with no regard. Their kind of behavior will not be tolerated. We have to set an example, or else all the men are going to start acting like bastards.”

“Whatever. Do what you want, but I’m telling you right now, Lo is never going to make it. You are only setting her up for failure. She is going to leave the Lafayette Club worse off than when she came.” Kace got up out of his chair and started walking toward the door. “You should get over your infatuation because you are only going to end up hurting her, just like you hurt Natasha.”

“She wasn’t the one who got hurt,” I shouted back at him.

“You sure about that?”

“She was the one who made the choice. She was the one who left me.”

Kace just shrugged his shoulders as he closed the door behind him.

I seethed in my seat as I thought about how wrong Kace was. If anyone was a victim, it was me, not Natasha and it sure as fuck wasn’t Rex who stole her away from me.

Taking a swig of my bourbon, I felt the warm liquid slip down my throat as I thought about Goldie and what Kace said. There was no way I could let her go, especially if I hadn’t had her yet; there was no way. She was an itch I needed to scratch and, until I did, I was going to be extremely uncomfortable.

Chapter Seventeen

“The Monster”

Goldie/Lo

Sleep eluded me as I lay awake in bed, staring at the wood-paneled ceiling that spanned the length of my room. The square cuts of the molding boggled my mind because I thought, who the hell would spend so much time on a ceiling, which was barely looked at, except at times like this? Maybe that was why people decorated ceilings in precise square formations, for those who couldn’t sleep.

There was also a dull pounding that kept me awake. At first I thought it might be coming from the Bourbon Room, but knew that wasn’t the case because all the girls came and said goodnight to me before they tucked in for bed. That was the good thing about being surrounded by girls, they all cared for each other, which I still couldn’t get over because, given the situation, you would expect everyone to be a bunch of catty-ass bitches, but they weren’t at all.

The pounding was starting to get on my nerves and there was no use in trying to go to sleep, so instead of being a good little Jett Girl in-training and putting myself to sleep, I decided to follow the sound. I put on my robe, slipped on my yellow fuzzy slippers that were provided for me and walked out of my room. I followed the back stairs so I didn’t have to wear a mask, just in case, but I knew no one would be around at this hour. However, the last thing I needed was Kace kicking me out of the house for not wearing a damn mask.

As I got closer to the pounding, I noticed it was coming from a room next to the gym I frequented almost every morning, thanks to Kace’s strict regimen.

I walked closer to the room and, before I pushed the door open, I took a second to think about what I was about to do. What if Jett was in there? Would he be mad if I walked in on him doing who knew what?

I was about to turn away when I heard the music stylings of Eminem come through the wall. I was intrigued and I had to see what was happening on the other side of the wall.

Slowly, I opened the door as a bright light shown through. My eyes had to adjust from the dark hallway I was occupying, but when they did, I saw the most gorgeous back I had ever seen. It was tan with rippled muscles spanning every inch. The man who belonged to the gorgeous back, wore low riding gym shorts that showed off the waistband of his black boxer briefs.

Taking my eyes off the pert ass that went along with the muscular back, I saw what the pounding noise was, he was boxing and, good God, was he good at it.

I felt myself walk inside the room and sit down on a box that was facing the bag and watched the man take all his aggression out on the hanging punching bag.

It wasn’t until he turned around that I saw it was Kace.

Shit, I knew he was hot, but after seeing him pound the fuck out of that punching bag, my lady folds wept at the sight of him.

He continued to punch the bag with more force than I thought was possible. I watched as his pecs flexed with each blow and then pulled back quickly. His biceps were sculpted precisely to every corded muscle God gave him. He had a tattoo that ran along his ribcage, but it was in such loopy cursive that I couldn’t make out what it said. It didn’t matter because it was fucking hot no matter what it said. It could say cat poop face and I wouldn’t care.

Kace continued to punch the bag until he turned and faced me. That was when he stepped back from his bag and looked me up and down, I returned the favor and I knew I was rewarded with a better view than he was. His skin glistened with sweat and was rippling in every direction you could think. Mother of God I had a lady boner.

Turning off the music with his foot, he looked at me and said, “What the hell are you doing here?”

“I’m pretty sure you could blast someone’s face off with that punch. Remind to never make you mad.”

“Too late,” he said, as he used his mouth to tear off the tape from his gloves that held them on tight. Fuck, I was so horny; I wished I was the tape that his mouth caressed…That instead of him tearing off the tape, he was tearing my panties off and devouring my pussy with that sensual, scruff-covered mouth of his. There was something seriously wrong with me.

“Seriously, you’re good.”

“I know.” He pulled a water bottle from the fridge, splashed water on his face, and then swallowed some. I just watched like a creepy pervert as the water ran down his sculpted body and tried not to finger myself right then and there from the erotic scene unfolding in front of me. Now I knew why there were jerk off booths in the Toulouse room, holy shit.

“You’re pretty sure of yourself.”

He peeked over his water bottle and said, “Well, since I used to be one of the top professional boxers in the country, I’d think I should know I’m pretty damn good at punching a bag that hangs in front of me.”

“You used to be a boxer?” I asked, ignoring that snarky tone I was so used to him using with me.

“Yeah.”

Okay…

“Care to elaborate?”

“Nope.” He grabbed a towel and wiped down his body as I continued to enjoy the show.

“Are you always this moody?”

“Are you always this nosy?” he countered.

“If I said yes, would you answer my questions?”

“No.”

It was standoff. He expected me to ask something else, but I didn’t. I wanted him to stop being an ass and actually try to have a decent conversation with me. We stared at each other and I saw his eyes roam over my body. He stopped at my legs, where my robe rode dangerously high. His eyes blazed with heat and, at that moment, an aching throb took place between my legs.

Holy shit, I wanted Kace to fuck me right here on this damn box that was starting to cut through my ass.

The tension was extremely thick in the room and it wasn’t because Kace had been working out. No, it was undoubtedly the sexual tension that had been building between us ever since the moment we met at the café in the French Quarter.

My breathing began to pick up as Kace continued to take in my entire body, from head to fucking toe. I could practically feel his breath on me as he caressed me with his eyes. I wanted him and I wanted him badly. The strange thing was, I knew he wanted me too.

I got up from the box and started toward him, but that was when Kace looked away and turned his back toward me. As if my movements snapped him out of the lust-induced coma we were just in.

“Kace…”

“Don’t,” he said, as he set his boxing gloves on a shelf and then turned back around. There was a good couple of feet between us, but it still felt like he was only inches away. “Stay away from me, Goldie.”

It was strange to hear him use my real name, since now I was used to everyone using my Jett Girl name. My God given name almost sounded foreign to me now.

“I just want to get to know you better, that’s all. Maybe if we got to know each other, we could be friends.”

“You don’t want to be my friend.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do. I’m not someone to hang out with, Goldie. I do fucked up shit.”

I walked closer as he leaned himself against the wall and ate me up with his eyes. Shit, I was about to combust.

“What kind of shit?” I stepped closer.

“Shit that almost wound me up in jail, where I currently would be rotting away, if Jett hadn’t covered my ass.”

I stopped moving forward as I took in what Kace just told me. Jail? What the hell could he have done that would have put him in jail?

“Just stay away,” he continued. “You have other things to worry about besides trying to be my friend.”

“You’re not just going to push me away like that…”

Before I knew it, I was pushed against the wall that was closest to me with my arms pressed to my sides and Kace’s face inches from mine. I couldn’t fucking breathe and not because he was pressing down on my lungs, but because he absorbed all the air around us.

When he was this close, I was able to look into his deep soulful blue eyes. They were damaged, just like mine. He was hiding some kind of demons and by the way he seethed with anger, he was not about to let them out.

“Listen to me and listen to me good, stay the fuck out of my business. I am here for one reason and that is to make sure you girls stay in line. I am not here to be your friend and I sure as hell don’t want you to be mine, so drop it.”

I gulped as he pushed me to the side, grabbed his towel and started to walk away.

Chapter Eighteen

“Speechless”

Goldie/Lo

The shock that ran through my body from Kace’s action slowly faded and anger took its place instead. As he retreated, I pulled my head out of my ass and ran after him.

“Hold on,” I said, while pulling on his sweaty shoulder that should have made me shake my hand about and squeal like a girl, but my deranged mind was turned on instead.

He turned slowly to face me as we stood in the narrow hallway of the first floor of the servant’s wing. Not looking happy, he crossed his arms across his chest, typical Kace stance, and waited for me to speak.

“I’m getting pretty sick of you acting like you can just boss me around and treat me like shit. Just because I come from a strip club doesn’t mean you can treat me like crusted human feces on the rim of a toilet seat. I am a human you know and I have feelings just like everyone else.”

My chest heaved as I put an end to my childish rant.

“Are you finished?”

I nodded as I waited for his reply.

“First of all, I am your boss, so get used to it. Jett may make the decisions, but you report to me and if you are not following my instructions and doing as you’re told, then you will find your ass out on the streets faster than you can unhook your bra.” I was about to speak when he held up his hand. “Secondly, you are a lucky little shit who made some kind of odd impression on Jett. You shouldn’t even be here right now, so I would watch yourself, you’re skating on thin ice, sweetheart.”

“What do you mean I shouldn’t be here?” I said with my hands on my hips.

Kace snorted, actually snorted. It was the first time I didn’t find him attractive. Then his eyes narrowed on me and my attraction came back in full force. Bastard.

“You’re pretty, I will give you that, but you’re short, you have zero class and you’re too weak to get involved in a sexual relationship with Jett. You are accustomed to a type of emotional intimacy that you are not going to find here, so not only will you be disappointed and get your heart ripped out of your chest when Jett doesn’t hand you his heart, but you are going to waste everyone’s time by leaving because of the fact that you can’t find the emotional intimacy you need.”

I stood there completely stunned. I didn’t know how many insults and backhanded insults had just been thrown at me, but they didn’t feel good at all.

“What are you, some kind of psychologist?” It was probably the lamest comeback I’d ever had, but I couldn’t come up with anything better.

Kace just smirked at me as he continued, “Face it…Lo,” he said in a mocking tone, “you’re not cut out for this. Hell you couldn’t even get a couple of drinks right. If you can’t remember some damn drinks, then how are you going to remember all the steps to the dances? You are the slowest and the weakest out of all the girls and you have absolutely zero motivation.”

“That’s not true,” I protested.

“Isn’t it? If you were motivated, you wouldn’t be dragging your ass in the gym and complaining the whole time. You wouldn’t be taking naps in the afternoon when you should be learning as much as you can from the girls and you wouldn’t be wandering around the house tonight looking for trouble when you know damn well there is a curfew for you girls so you get a good night’s rest.”

I didn’t have a retort because everything he said was right.

“I don’t know why you are wasting my time, your time, and Jett’s time when there are so many other girls who could easily take your place and do a much better job than you.”

I was completely deflated. Not only was I humiliated today during my first-ever presentation, but now I was being told I didn’t belong in the house. Usually, rage would be boiling through my bones, but when the words came from Kace, they hit me harder. I didn’t understand why his opinion mattered to me so much, but it did.

“Why do you hate me?” I said in a breathless whisper, trying to contain my rolling emotions. A tear slipped down my cheek that I quickly swiped away, hoping Kace didn’t catch it.

When I looked up, I knew he saw the emotion that was pouring out of me because he actually showed a little bit of sympathy. Kace walked up to me so he was a foot away. He reached out and captured a strand of my hair with his fingers and pushed it behind my ear. The gesture was so small, but at that moment, I knew Kace cared about me. I could see it in his eyes.

“I don’t hate you, Goldie,” he used my real name. “You just don’t belong here.”

“Whose decision is that?” Another tear escaped from my eye and before I could wipe it away, Kace pressed his palm against my cheek and wiped it away with his thumb.

“It’s ultimately your decision.”

“So why don’t you let me make it. Why are you trying to drive me away?”

Removing his hand from my face, he blew out a long breath as he ran both hands through his hair. I watched his muscles ripple as he held his hands behind his head and looked at me. It seemed like he was going to confess something, but right when I thought he was going to act like a normal human, he closed off and stepped away.

“I just don’t want to waste anyone’s time.”

“I’m calling bullshit. There is something you’re not telling me.” I stepped closer so we were only a few inches apart. The heat radiating off his body was warm compared to the frigid attitude he just took on.

“Goldie…”

“What?” I placed my hand on his chest and ran it along his muscular pec. He sucked in a sharp breath of air from my gentle caress. Fuck, I was ready to explode. I wanted him so bad and not just because he was a man and I needed someone to hydrate my parched lady cactus, but because I needed him, Kace. From the minute I met him, I wanted him to touch me, hold me, and fuck me.

“Stop.” He grabbed my wrist and held it out in front of him. “We can’t do this and I don’t want to. You’re…you’re not my type and I would rather keep my job than give it up for what could be a half decent lay.”

Half decent lay? He did not just say that!

“You’re not worth it. Now if you don’t mind, I would like to actually get some sleep. Why don’t you do us all a favor and leave tomorrow morning, so we can fill your spot with someone who actually has the potential to be a Jett Girl?”

“You’re an ass.”

“Spot on, genius,” he said mockingly. “Let me know if you need help packing your bags, I would be more than happy to assist you.”

With that, he took off, leaving me completely punctured and speechless. I have had some mean things said to me, and I have dealt with my fair share of negative comments, but I have never been told off like Kace did to me tonight.

His words rang through my head as I tried to go to sleep. He hadn’t even given me a chance, but then again, maybe he was right. I couldn’t even get two drinks right, how could I remember a whole choreographed dance?

As I soaked in the beautiful surroundings of my temporary home, I thought how I probably should just leave. If Jett’s non-existent invitation to join him in the Bourbon Room wasn’t an indication of me not belonging in the club, then Kace’s rather uncensored opinion of me was.