As I stepped onto the stage to collect my prize, Jessica’s eyes widened. I might have taken a moment to recognize her, but there was no confusion in her gaze. She knew it was me instantly.
I stared at her, uncertain whether I wanted to yell at her or cover her up. I opted for the latter.
Shrugging out of my suit jacket, I wrapped it around her shoulders. Her cheeks were flushed, even beneath the caked on makeup.
“Off the stage.” I gave the order through gritted teeth.
When she didn’t move immediately, I grasped her wrist and tugged her to get her moving. She wobbled on her heels and trailed after me as I dragged her into one of the private rooms off the main area.
As soon as the door was closed behind Jessica, I stared at her, not sure what the fuck I wanted to say, but needing to say so much.
In the end, I settled with, “Get dressed. I’ll take you home.”
“Are you pissed?” she asked in a voice that was bolder than it should have been considering the circumstances.
“Get dressed, Jessica. Now.” We were going to talk about this, but in a sex club was not the place to do it. “I’ll be outside. Don’t keep me waiting.”
It was going to take all of my control to keep my hands off her. I’d bought and paid for the privilege, but that didn’t mean I could have her. She was still my assistant, she was still a helluva lot younger than me, and despite all those reasons I still wanted her more than I’d ever wanted anything.