He’s alone, and he looks fucking pissed.

“How are you doing this fine morning?” I ask, taking a seat opposite him and taking the lead.

He glares.

Two can play at this game. I stare right back, and neither of us backs down. I know Malcolm has a reputation, but I’m not afraid of him.

I don’t have time for this. It’s a Saturday morning. The office needs me, and I’ve got more urgent needs than staring down this ugly fucker.

“The girl last night. I want to know her name.”

“Not going to happen.”

Gritting my teeth, I rein in my temper. This guy is pissing me off now.

There’s no way I’m told no.

a word I don’t hear or believe in, simple

on, seriously, you’re going to try and convince me that these women don’t want to know about their date?” It sounds like utter BS

all of them know the rules. It’s why they come here and why I

you’re a glorified pimp.

You once told me I was a piece of shit for even considering this business. I

“Screw you.”

that lost little doe look. Innocent as they come, but there’s that spark, isn’t there? That little hint

her and her name and we’ll call

in my club. I offer these women protection, and against

much will it cost

You got one night without supervision. Consider it a

serious

get it though. Why didn’t you want the guard?

“I didn’t want the guy in on my business. Sue me.

chuckles. “You think

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