See Jayne Play (2 page)

Ask no questions; just do as you’re told.

Finally, the metal cage stopped and the door slid open. The bellhop stepped out, finally making eye contact, and held his hand out for me to take.

“
Right this way, Miss King.”

I followed him down a hallway covered with plush carpet and walls lavished with abstract oil paintings. It was more than I’d imagined, and I was pleased. If the hallways were that luxurious, I didn’t know what to expect when I walked into the suite.

We stopped in front of a large red door, rapping on it quickly with his knuckles. It swung open immediately, and an older man with hair as white as a magician’s rabbit greeted us.

“
Miss King. Please, come in.”

His appearance startled me. He wasn’t the typical John, for sure, but beyond that, his formality came across as odd and creepy. My haunches were up immediately. Even for a Casino like The Maguire, being greeted by a tuxedoed man old enough to be my grandfather took me off guard.

But, I followed him inside anyway. He seemed harmless, and I knew Vince had my back. He’d never put me in danger, and he was always a phone call away.

Taking a moment to look around the room, the first thing I noticed was how elaborately decorated it was. As my eyes swept around, I took in every detail. The hardwood floors were polished and dark, the walls were crisp, painted a blinding white, and the furnishings were impeccable. There was a contrast of a deep garnet red splashed throughout, and I realized this guy’s preference for red was serious.

Above our heads, a dimly lit crystal chandelier hung, bathing the room in a soft glow.

Gorgeous.

I turned to thank the man in the tux, only to find him gone. Confused, I started toward the front door to make a getaway, when I heard a voice from the other side of the room speak up.

“
Come in, Jayne. I’ve been looking forward to you all night.”

My body tightened and my eyes darted around the room, trying to locate the voice. There was a click and scrape of a lighter flickering, and the lambent reflection revealed a man lounging in a red suede chair.

I was shocked. Of all people, I never expected to see Flynn Maguire sitting across from me, soliciting my services.

He was incredibly handsome, more so than the last time I’d seen him. His dark eyes were haunting, like a starless night and just as empty. When he looked at you, it was intimidating, dangerous. That mysterious charm always intrigued me. Then again, I’d always fallen for men like him.

He stood well over six feet tall and held himself like an athlete. Strong, confident, and well-built. Dark waves fell over his brow, dancing at the collar of his shirt, and my fingers pricked with an urge to run them all over those waves and pet them like a kitty. I had a serious thing for a man with good hair, and Flynn Maguire’s put all other men’s locks to shame. That was a dangerous detail in my line of work. It wasn’t smart to feel anything, and Flynn made me feel all kinds of things, and had for a long time.

I’d seen him around for years, but we’d never been formally introduced. We ran in the same arenas, but he was always untouchable, special. I was a pretender. I never belonged, but I was always pushing toward the front, clawing and scraping my way through. He was the real deal—Las Vegas royalty, the heir to the vast Maguire fortune. I hadn’t seen him since returning to Vegas, and admittedly, I was thrilled to be in the same room as him.

I tried to hide my excitement as he silently circled around me, his trousers hugging the muscles of his legs with each step, but it was useless. I was shaking, and I was sure he could tell, but I said nothing, letting him continue his silent perusal. I was uneasy and felt exposed, not exactly scared, but definitely wary of his intentions. I was already on edge. Like a schoolgirl with a crush, it was ridiculous, but real. He was suffocating me with his very presence.

His looks, the warm manly way he smelled, and the cool, easy way he moved around me sparked a new tremor of nerves.

Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore, so I spoke up.

“
Do you mind if I take off my coat?”

I was sweating like crazy, melting underneath the heavy fabric of the trench. Standing in front of him had me positively boiling.

Without making eye contact, his eyes on my legs, he nodded. “Allow me.”

He moved behind me, pulling the coat from my shoulders and letting it gently slide over my arms. The man I’d met at the door returned, seemingly out of nowhere, and took my coat, staring at me in the process. He gave me a creepy feeling, like one of those old portraits where it seemed like their eyes followed you through a room. I hadn't heard him enter, and realized I’d been so entranced with Flynn that I’d lost sight of my surroundings.

That was another mistake. It could be dangerous if I wasn’t alert. Anything could happen, and while I didn’t think I had anything to worry about with Flynn Maguire, I also knew little about him personally, so I set my mind to focus on everything around me.

He made it difficult to think as he circled around me, his finger lightly tracing my shoulder and his warm breath washing over my bare skin. I could feel his touch from head to toe, not quite electric, but alarming. He rounded in front of me, came to a stop, and faced me. My heartbeat raced.

He was so intense. It was a little dangerous the way his eyes raked over me. I’d never been looked at that way, and I’d been looked at a lot. Most of the time, I didn’t even register the attention. It was always about the game of seduction, and my body was my lucky hand. With him, I flourished, beaming with the joy of being looked at by a God of a man, a man I’d watched from afar so many times, I couldn’t even keep track of the ways.

He stared at me for some time, and I squirmed under his unrelenting gaze. Every inch of my body reacted to him, my nipples as hard as nails and pressed against the fabric of my dress, while my inner thighs burned with the need and instinct to fall open and beg for his touch. Finally, he lowered his eyes, stepped backward, and pointed.

“
On the bed,” he demanded.

I took a few steps back, my eyes still on him, and stopped once my thighs hit the mattress. My hands shook as I sat, so I clasped them together in my lap and waited for his next request.

“
Lie back.”

I did as he asked, using my elbows to push my body until I was near the headboard. Each time he opened his mouth, I became more and more excited for what was to come.

“
Good. You’re a listener.”

The side of his mouth lifted into a small smile, and I felt a burst of pride for pleasing him. It always worked in my favor to make them as happy as possible, but with him, it was different. I wanted to impress him, the man, and not the client.

He stood at the edge of the bed and stared again, his eyes wandering my barely covered form. I’d abided by the orders he’d given Vince as far as wardrobe, and I prayed he was satisfied. The way he looked at me told me he was.

Red.

Apparently the man had a fetish for red. Red heels, red lingerie, and red lipstick. The first thing I’d noticed in the suite was the way the color played throughout. The satin covering the bed underneath me was blood red, rich and lavish, and I knew the sight in front of him was phenomenal.

My body began to ache, and I willed myself not to fidget under his fierce stare. The sound of his voice wrapped around me like a smooth blanket, and the way he looked at me was more than I could stand. I’d never reacted so intensely to a man before. Something feral came over him. Something wild that called to my body like nothing I’d ever experienced.

“
I want to see you,” he said roughly. “Take off your bra.”

Happily,
I thought to myself.

The only thing my brain could process was getting skin to skin with him. I sat up and reached around, unhooking my bra and letting it fall to expose my full breasts. Looking up at him, desperate for his reaction, I smiled when his jaw muscle jumped and his eyes fell closed.

His reaction did not disappoint.

“
Gorgeous.” His eyes raked over me, boring into me like fire.

“
Touch them.”

His request took me off guard. I expected him to touch them. I’d seen the hungry look in his eyes. Instead, he flattened the palm of his hand over his trouser-covered cock, rubbing up and down slowly while watching me cup my breasts.

Our eyes locked as we touched ourselves, and although the situation was odd, at least in my instance, I also found it incredibly erotic.

He moved backward, falling into the suede chair I’d found him in earlier, and the grinding sound of metal filled the room as he unzipped his pants. A low, needy groan escaped his lips, and I looked up, eager to see his hand on his bare cock. Before I could focus, he flipped the switch on the lamp on the table next to him and bathed the room in darkness.

Frustrated, I rolled my nipples between my fingertips. The sensations it gave my tender flesh caused me to hiss and my entire body to shiver. I was so aroused, hot and bothered in a way I hadn’t felt in a long time. He was toying with me, and instead of it pissing me off, it was turning me on. He wanted a show, and I was eager to give him something worthy of watching, so I continued to tweak, pull, and roll my nipples as he looked on.

“
Just lay there,” he barked out. “Don’t move.”

I wanted to protest, but it was my purpose to do what he wanted and be what he needed. However, for the first time ever, I wanted to throw my rules out the window. I wanted to participate and enjoy it. I wanted him to touch me, fuck me, and make me come.

God, how I wanted to come.

I could hear him as he fucked his hand, his breath harsh and ragged as he tirelessly slid his palm over his cock. I lay there as still as possible, fighting the blackness so I could sneak a peek.

I knew it was spectacular. Everything about him was. I felt so stupid that I wanted to giggle. I hadn’t been that giddy to see a dick since the day I’d finally laid eyes on my first. He was turning me into a flushing teenager.

“
I want you to stand in front of me,” he said suddenly. “I want to see you... closer. In that red.”

I slid off the bed quickly, loving the way the rich satin fabric caressed my skin, and stood in front of him.

It was still dark, but I could make out the outline of his body. The way he slumped down in the chair, his long legs straight out in front of him, his shoulders so broad and strong, and the way his shirt stretched across his chest made him look like an angel fallen straight out of the sky. His profile was sharp, rugged but definitely handsome, and his chiseled jaw line, aquiline nose, and dark, heavily shaded eyes mesmerized me.

He was without a doubt the most beautiful man I’d ever seen in my life.

I slipped my thumbs into the sides of my panties, sliding them over my thighs and down my legs, shaking my feet to rid myself of them. It was a little awkward standing there—a first for me. I wasn’t a self-conscious person, but there was something about him that threw me off. I’d stood in front of countless men, laid beneath them, above them, wrapped around them, and yet, Flynn made me feel like a newborn fawn.

Flynn made an indistinguishable sound, somewhere between a growl and a groan, and leaned forward, close enough that I could feel his warm breath on my skin.

“
Beautiful.”

That one word, a word I’d been called millions of times, sent shivers up my spine. The tone of his voice, the way he said it—he meant it. He wasn’t trying to get anything from me in that moment. He was giving, and I’d never wanted to take something so badly.

With his eyes on mine, he continued working himself with his hand. I, in turn, stood stock still and nervous as hell. It was awkward, and I wanted nothing more than for the date to finally begin.

“
You want to leave, don’t you?”

I blinked rapidly, shaking my head. I was slipping. That wouldn’t do, so I pulled out my smile, the one that worked rooms full of power hungry men and brought them to their knees. I was better than that. A professional. There was no way this man, no matter how gorgeous he was, was going to put a chink in my armor.

“
Do you want me to leave, Mr. Maguire? I thought we were having fun.”

Turn it around, girl. You can do this.

He smirked, and when he twisted his hand around his cock and moaned, I knew I had him in the palm of my hands—figuratively, of course. The fact that I was beginning to feel some kind of resentment toward his hand proved my point. I was off my game, and it was all because I was entranced with his pretty face. Falling for a hot guy was not part of my M.O. He was a client, and the more I reminded myself of that fact, the better off I’d be.

“
What do you want, Miss King? Why are you here?”

I wanted to laugh. Was he serious? Maybe he was on something because I was pretty sure the fact that he’d called Vince and requested my services meant he knew exactly why I was there. He’d dictated three pages of instructions for me, and here he was asking stupid questions.