Chapter Two

Rose

My knees nearly buckle from under me, and my stomach starts doing flips. He has dark brown eyes. His hair is black and styled perfectly. A soft whimper comes from my lips, thankfully one not loud enough for him to hear. His jaw is sharp, and his lips looked rather kissable.

He stands from his chair and strolls toward us. His muscular, toned body is covered in a perfectly fitted black suit. A strange feeling starts between my legs. The closer he gets, the stronger it becomes. I am turned on. I have never been turned on before, not like this. It is scaring me because it is a new sensation for me. I don’t experience these strong feelings around many men, especially ones I don’t even know.

He stops in front of us, looking straight at me. I swallow hard, feeling my cheeks heat. Who is this man? He is like a damn sex God.

“Good evening, ladies. You can call me Mr B or Sir.” There is so much authority to his voice that I can’t help the shudder running down my spine.

“Good evening, Mr B. I am Remi.” She smiles brightly as she replies, not seeming to be affected by his presence.

He offers his hand, which she takes. “It is nice to meet you, Remi.” He smiles back. I swear I nearly lose it there and then when he smiled. It is beautiful. It reaches from ear to ear, showing his dimples. His teeth are sparkling white. I can tell he takes good care of himself.

Once they finish their hellos, his complete attention falls on me. He takes a few steps closer to me, leaving only inches between us. Oh Lord. He smells as good as he looks.

“And you are?” he questions, looking me over and licking his lips.

“Rose,” I stammer out.

He closes the gap between us, so much so his body is touching mine. “It is nice to meet you, Rose.” My name rolls off his tongue perfectly, seductively. He puts his hand out to me, which I take.

“Y-y-you too, Sir,” I mentally curse myself at my pathetic reaction. I need to stop before I embarrass myself.

His lips curl into a smirk when I call him Sir. His grasp on my hand is tight. I hope he doesn’t feel just how sweaty my palms are. My breathing is becoming heavier with every second he is close to me.

“Please, ladies, take a seat.” He finally lets go of my hand, steps back and puts much-needed distance between us.

I let out a long breath I didn’t realise I was holding in. Remi sits first.

“Rose, sit.” He wasn’t asking me to do it. He ordered me.

A strained breath falls from my lips, yet I do what he tells me. He looks smugly at me before taking his own seat.

“Are you both familiar with the rules while in my establishment?” he questions, glancing between us.

“Yes, we are,” Remi answers for the both of us. I will let her do the talking because I have no idea what to say, and I’m sure if I try to talk, it will sound like gibberish.

“If either of you breaks any of our rules, I won’t hesitate to toss you out. It is my job to protect the people who come here. They have the right to privacy. Are we clear?”

“Yes, Sir.” Remi smiles, and I nod.

“Use your words, Miss Rose.”

My mouth becomes dry, and I unintentionally lick my lips, while his full attention is on me again.  “Clear, Sir.” My words came out okay, thank God, because I didn’t want to embarrass myself.

The same smirk from earlier reappears on his lips. “Good girl.”

The look in his eyes is intense as he waits for my reaction. I squirm in my seat, pressing my thighs together, and it seems he enjoys every second of it.

His body language changes quickly, becoming more professional. “I need to know your limits.”

Our limits? What the heck does that mean? “What do you mean, Mr B?” Remi seems as confused as me.

“I mean, you have come here for an in-depth interview, haven’t you?” Remi nods.

“So, what I mean is for me to show you what goes on here, and I need to know your boundaries. What you will be comfortable with seeing and what would make you uncomfortable. Answer honestly, don’t lie to me.”

I knew we were touring the place, but I didn’t think we would be shown an in-depth view of what happens here.

“Oh, I get you now. I am fine with anything. I am not offended by anything, very open and willing to see new things,” Remi answers honestly.

“Great, and Rose?” His focus is firmly on me as he waits impatiently for my response.

How am I supposed to answer a question when I know nothing about these things? I look at Remi nervously, silently asking for her help.

“Rose doesn’t know much about these things, so maybe if you give us a warning of where we are going next Rose can let you know if she wants to see it?” she suggests.

“Sure, we can do that,” he says.

I should probably have done some research before I came here, but Remi is the one doing the interview, so as long as she knows enough, then that is all that matters.

“Thank you,” I whisper, making eye contact with him.

“Don’t worry, Rose, I will go easy on you,” he chuckles, a devious tinge in his tone and a devilish look in his eyes.

Why does he seem to have the need to always say my name? I can’t take it how it sounds. He probably doesn’t mean it to sound so seductive.

“Before we leave here, I need you both to sign a couple of legal forms,” he says.

“Which kind of forms?” Remi asks.

He goes into his desk and brings out a leather folder. “One is a confidentiality form. The other is a privacy agreement, and the last one is a consent form because even though we have talked about these things, I still need legal documents signed. I will sue your magazine if any of these documents are breached. I know it may seem harsh, but it is my duty to make sure everyone knows the rules and is safe, including you two. If you don’t agree to sign, then our interview ends here.”

We take them from him and read them through. Everything seems simple enough, and the rules make sense because he has people to protect. Once we read every page, we sign and hand them back.

“Thank you. I will get them to my lawyer.” He smiles widely, as if he’s happy we signed them without issue. “I will give you the tour first. Afterwards you can interview the people I have selected and myself,” he states. “Now, come on. I don’t have all night.” He stands, and we follow his lead.

Acting the gentleman he opens the door for us, letting Remi go first, then takes his place by my side, resting his hand on my back.

“Remember, don’t be afraid to tell me anytime you feel uncomfortable,” he says. “But you may be surprised with how much you like it,” he rasps into my ear, sending a shudder through me.

I whimper, no words come out. With that said he backs away, snickering, and we catch up with Remi. This is sure going to be an experience I won’t forget.