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The Looking Glass
“Hurryupandcoveryour tits, wild child. This is where His Majesty said to drop you off.” Talon keeps his gaze toward the string of traffic before us.
In Hollywood, sometimes a ten-minute drive could take an hour, especially on Sunset Boulevard on a Saturday night.
“You’re teasing me too much tonight,” Talon adds, drawing my attention away from the long line of scantily clad women and sophisticated men in suits waiting to enter Daddy’s club.
It’s a hot mess and not my first choice for where I spend my free time, but my dad, His Majesty, insists we gather at his precious nightclub for our chapter meetings. The location used to be one of the first Hollywood movie studios but now fronts for his darker business endeavors, including running Hollywood’s most powerful and corrupt business enterprises.
Anyone who secures representation by one of Daddy’s many firms, they’re guaranteed stardom. But it doesn’t stop there. The St. Germaine empire cultivates businesses across all fields—from entertainment to medical—and darker, illegal activities I try to avoid.
And with our wealth and power comes thousands of people yearning for just a taste of the Looking Glass. Daddy loves fucking with Hollywood’s finest. Even a name or money might not get them into the VIP section some nights. He designed it that way to make people crave more. Try harder. Flock in droves. It creates an exclusive environment built on people’s desperation for attention and stardom. The Looking Glass can and will deny most celebrities from entering its VIP. The speculation as to why and who gets special treatment keeps the tabloids spinning.
But to gain access to the second level of the club, where dreams come true and people can change lives with a simple call, a person must be a member of the Looking Glass chapter, and becoming a member is nearly impossible. The Society of Secrets only lets in a very few of the most elite men and women by an initiation many can’t pass.
“Come on, birdie. Enjoy the show. You just keep your eyes to yourself because of Daddy.” I cup and bounce my boobs on the palms of my hands, cackling as Talon’s jaw twitches. I love teasing the hell out of him. He’s the one man I shouldn’t flirt with, but I’ve never been much of a rule follower.
“I don’t mind if you peek.” I soften my voice, toying with the line Talon constantly shifts between us. “You know you want me. It’ll be fun. I haven’t been laid in...two weeks.” It takes everything in me not to break my attempt at seduction. A laugh bubbles in my throat, my body heating at the idea of fucking my dad’s business partner. It would serve Daddy right after sleeping with half of my sorority house the moment I graduated from Dodgson Carroll University, the private college my family has attended for generations.
“Fuck yeah, I do. I like my life. You’re too damn hot for your own good, Stacia, and I only have so much resolve. You’re not ready for what will happen if I decide to give in to your sexy little ass.” Talon grips the steering wheel, his face remaining expressionless, his voice a smoldering rumble.
“Keep telling yourself that, birdie. My sexy ass might currently have a gemstone-studded plug since everyone will be watching me walk up the stairs.” I lean forward between the seat, caressing his cheek.
His muscles cord, his body tensing under my touch. “Goddamn,” he utters, licking his lips.
“Just imagine what I’d let you do...” I lick his earlobe and fake moan, hoping to shock him right in the balls in a good way.
I’ve only gotten him to break once over the last four years, and I’ll never forget how hot he was to kiss. How big his cock felt through his pants.
We can’t help it if we both find each other attractive. I don’t know if it’s because Talon is off-limits or what. He’s not only Daddy’s business partner, but he’s fifteen years older and the enforcer of our society’s chapter, meaning he does a lot of shady shit I’ve only heard about.
But I swear he gets hotter every time I see him. It’s been a month since he’s come over, and I’m pretty sure it’s because Daddy fired both our driver and my bodyguard for something or another last night. Talon offered to take me to the Looking Glass, so I wouldn’t have to call for a car since there’s no way I’m driving in this traffic. He’s a bit overprotective...or possessive. He swears he can’t have me, but I know he might not want anyone else to either. It makes this game we play so much more fun.
“Fuck, Stacia.” He groans, snapping out of his lustful haze. “You love torturing me. I have to meet your dad around back. He demanded you’re dropped off out front. He wants the paparazzi circling.” Talon stops in the middle of the street, not even caring that horns blare behind us. I hesitate, smiling at him as he finally looks at me in the rearview mirror. “Now put your tits away and get out. You have five seconds or you’re coming with me and ensuring I die a happy man.”
I laugh and pull on my glittering crop top, messing with my boobs until I have a perfect amount of cleavage showing. A diamond glitters for my navel piercing, and I spread my legs just enough to show off my lack of panties, proving I wasn’t joking about my additional bling.
I catch Talon stretching up in his seat, flicking his gaze up and down my body in the rearview mirror. I knew he’d look. There is just something about this man that I can’t help being attracted to. It’s not like I’m starved for attention. I’m about to get plenty.
More horns sound through the air, and I squeeze between the front seats, even though I could exit from the back door. I close the space and press a playful kiss to Talon’s cheek before licking him and scrubbing my fingers through his neatly combed hair, making him grumble.
“Don’t plan to take me home after the meeting. I booked a hotel nearby, so you don’t have to worry about me. I think I can handle a ten-minute car ride with a stranger. Who knows. Maybe I’ll invite them to the penthouse.” I smile at him again. “Though if you want to join me...”
He narrows his eyes, leans across me, and flings the door of his Audi open. “Don’t tempt me, wild child. You’ve given me some massive fucking blue balls that I can’t even take care of.”
I touch his thigh, drawing a circle. “Too bad we have a meeting, huh?”
He groans and points out the door. “Just get your ass out of here before I yank you onto my lap and give the paps a real fucking show.”
“Only after you spank me, right?” I grin and wink.
“Until you can’t fucking sit,” he responds.
I laugh and slide out of the car, bending over just enough to give him a peek of my ass in my short skirt. “Let me know about the penthouse. If it’s not you, I’ll find someone else.”
He narrows his eyes. “I’ll kill the fucker, so don’t even think about it.”