For a moment, Rhia swore she saw trepidation steal over Maya’s expression. But she swiftly recovered, schooling her face into neutral. Maya lifted a shoulder as she filled her tray with an assortment of cocktails for delivery. “People go missing all the time, Seraphina. Doesn’t mean anything. If they’d found proof the police would be making arrests.”
Yeah right. The four kings didn’t get to their height by leaving clues around or she would have been in and out of her in one day. Two tops.
“Those girls could have hooked up with some sexy DOM or another and he has them tied up somewhere having the time of their lives.”
Rhia supposed that could be true, but her heart ached for those girl’s families all the same.
Maya waved a hand in the air, dismissing her worry. “Look, don’t give it too much thought. From the messages you blew my phone up with, you thought something bad happened to me and here I am. Stop assuming. Shit happens, sweetie. You can’t be responsible for everyone.”
“You’re right.” Rhia let the topic drop and propped a hip against the bar while they waited for fresh drinks for Maya’s tray.
“Oh, what’s this?” Maya reached between them and snapped up the matchbook she thought was firmly tucked between her breasts and dangled it from her fingers. She peeled back the flap and no surprise her eyes went wide.
“I’d say I’m surprised, but seeing our boss’s neck tatts and a number under it explains all the looks he’s been giving you. And don’t get me started on the other three. They practically eye fuck you every night. Are you finally getting some?” A wide, teasing smile curved her friend’s velvety red lips.
Rhia groaned and retrieved the matchbook from her friend and slid it into a small pocket on her barely-there skirt. Maya could assume all she wanted.
“Nosy much.”
“We’ll see about that.”
Maya seemed to shrug it off but her next words baited her hook, line, and sinker.
“Meghan and Samuel are doing their show tonight. But a third is joining. One of the owners.”
Rhia whirled on her friend. “You’re shitting me!” No fucking way. She couldn’t believe it.
Maya’s perfectly tweezed brow popped up. “Is that a hint of jealousy I see?”
“No!”
“I’m not gonna lie, I’d be all over that if I had the chance. Meghan and Samuel always lure in the heavy rollers, but with him? Fuck me.” Maya did a hip shimmy that threatened the confining walls of the leather bodice holding her plump breasts at bay. “Between you and me, I’d work here free if that blue-eyed man was on stage every night. I bet he knows how to make a woman reach the pinnacle of an orgasm in a ridiculously filthy way.”
Roman. Her heart twitched. She’d dreamed of seeing that man’s god-like body fully unclothed.
Maya situated the girls with another shimmy, a wicked smile lighting her face.
Rhia let out a low laugh. “I think that’s the point.” She arched a brow at Maya.
“Yeah, but not the working staff. I’ve never experienced an orgasm by proxy, but I’m going on record to say I bet he can pull it from me halfway across the room.”
Rhia smothered a laugh.
“Laugh all you want, babe. I have got to get some of that and soon. Only a matter of time before I’m calling him Master or hell, letting all four of them have a little fun. Mark my words. Years of sexual knowledge is tucked away between those four. Imagine what all four of those beautiful men can do to a woman. They own this place so you know it’s how they play.” Maya shuddered playfully and batted her false lashes in exaggeration. “Unless you’re claiming them first that is.”
What the holy hell had gotten into her friend? Rhia clamped her mouth shut. “Have at it,'' she managed, sounding half convincing. “If they are the sex gods you think they are, half the men in here probably want him up there every night, too. Get their women worked up and they reap the benefits.”
“Probably the idea. Think he needs a partner? Maybe Indigo could hook me up with a one-on-one interview?” her friend only half teased from the way her cheeks blushed.
Indigo worked for the kings as their assistant and she liked a capable man as much as Maya.
The bartender, Carlos, picked that moment to speak up behind them. “I’m hurt. I thought I was your main squeeze, mí amor?” He gave a playful wink.
Maya slipped her hand over his and squeezed, stating her thoughts like they were common knowledge. “Carlos, baby, I love all men and they love me right back.”
Carlos didn’t seem bothered by her blunt honesty and smiled. The beautiful olive-skinned beauty with endless legs left the club with a new beau on her arm almost every night, or at least it seemed that way. A fish-out-of-water London girl complete with a don’t-give-a-fuck attitude traveling for a year to ‘find what she wanted to do with her life’ spent more time pleasuring whatever fancied her at the moment than soul-searching, from what Rhia could surmise. Then again, maybe that was part of the whole process. What did she know?
Rhia shook her head. “Your downfall will be a DOM with a saucy accent and a penchant for little endearing pet names like cupcake,” Rhia mimicked the cute endearment with a flutter of lashes. “See you on the flip?”