Page 6 of Room One Hundred and Six
“It’s almost time to find your mark.”
I don’t know why I do it, but I admit the truth when I should just keep my mouth shut and not give anyone ammo to use against me. “Good. Much longer in this place and I don't know if I can resist the next man who wants to deliver on all my fantasies. The more I see, the longer my wish list gets.” My confession is a small truth, but what I’ve learned the hard way is that even the smallest of details can be used against me.
“Be careful what you wish for. You might get it.”
See what I mean? If it benefits her, Ivy would put me in the middle of shark-infested waters and dangle me like fresh virgin bait.
“I’m checking out the rest of the floors.”
“When you finish, go back to the second floor. Your men await you there.”
Men? I’ve never hit multiple marks at once. What kind of magic does she think I possess? Just because I’m a Moone, doesn’t mean I was born with all my father’s…talents, let’s just say.
“This isn’t some long con, Ivy. I’m an in and out kind of girl.”
“You know the club’s reputation, don’t you? Of course there’s more than one man. Tell me your surroundings.”
My half future boss, half con coach pays no mind to my nervous breathing when I describe the second floor. “Beyond the occupied stage in the middle is an exit and to the back of the room to my left is a bank of elevators. There are private alcoves tucked into the sides of the rooms where members enjoy their privacy from prying eyes.”
“Noted. We will come back to those. For now, keep moving.”
I make quick work of exploring the rest of the floors via the winding staircase and sharing everything I see. Neon lights, glass and gleaming metal work with the jungle decor to transport all the members into a fantasy world of flowers, sex and a wild night of passion.
Most of the private rooms are on the upper floors with only a few on the second floor. The rooftop was interesting. I wish I had more time to explore more but I can sense Ivy growing impatient.
“Head for the second floor and walk along the alcoves until you spot three men in gray suits. When you do, keep moving.”
The soft click of my stilettos on the gleaming marble floor fades into the thumping tempo as I follow Ivy’s instructions. My eyes slide across the dark, smoky club. Everyone is occupied with their partners and not paying attention to me.
A lock of hair escapes the high bun I have my hair twisted into. Holding it in place, I make quick work of completing my task with no luck. “Sorry, Ivy. No men in gray suits. I just need to fix this wayward curl real quick and then I’ll continue the hunt.”
On my rounds, I noticed mirrors line the walls of the private booths. I slip into the last one to find it empty. Perfect. I lean a knee on the cushion of a lush couch with thick cushions and tuck my hair back into place. Looks are critical on a job. Mine is designed to seduce the mark. One hair out of place could turn them off and I’m out a mark, a job and fifty thousand dollars.
“I didn’t realize we would have our own personal show.”
My eyes bolt to three men standing behind me.
“Oh.” I gasp.
The soft clack of metal over a rod hits my ears. Someone has enclosed us. Soft light comes to life and throws the private booth into shades of blues and grays.
I’m suddenly surrounded by a wall of heat. And then I’m hit with a wall of masculine scents. It is as intoxicating as it is raw on my senses.
Trepidation surges. I’ve made a grave mistake. Not only for trusting Ivy but picking the wrong booth to enter.
A callused hand slides over my ass while another traces the leaves of a palm frond painted over my exposed back.
“Beautiful to the sight and soft to the touch, my brothers. I knew she would be.”
Cool electricity skates over my senses. It is like ice on overly heated skin. I can’t describe it any other way. And it contrasts the instant raging inferno swirling inside me.
Oh, God.
I lift my gaze to find three men with obsidian eyes, jet black hair and gray suits taking in the sight of my hibiscus flowers through the mirror like I’m the last bloom on earth.
My earpiece crackles before Ivy sends my heart into my throat.
“Moone, meet your marks. The Ambrose brothers. You are tasked with bringing me their ruby rings.”