“What’s his fucking problem?” Prez asks Winter as I walk away.

“I was being nosey,” she replies.

Damn straight, she was. I sense eyes on me as I leave, and this time I know where they are coming from. All these damn horny, pregnant women think I’m a prime steak that they want to sink their teeth into. Little do they know I’m the big bad wolf, and if anyone is going to sink some teeth into flesh, it’ll be me. If the Prez thinks I’m coming back to this cesspool of little lambs, he’s got another thing coming. I’d rather do the prospects’ job and clean the damn toilets.

I wish I could straddle my lady right now, but since I had to drive Prez’s wife around, I’m stuck with the fucking Rover. I could go back and get my metal, but that would waste time, and I desperately need to ease this itch that’s clawing at me from the inside.

Once I’m in the Rover, I dig out my prepay and double-check my messages. I may say I need pussy right now, but if my brothers did call on me, I’d be there. Hands down, no questions asked. I press the button to light up my screen.

Nothing. Hell yes.

I throw my phone into the passenger seat, start up the Rover, and make my way to heaven. I look in the rearview mirror and smirk at myself.

Yeah, you’re about to play, buddy.

***

When the doorman checks my membership, he eyes my gun, and I give him a look that says, try me. He steps aside for me to enter Euphoria. I don’t even bother going to the bar to grab a quick drink. I’m not here for fucking chit chat. My sorry-ass friend Alec leans against his office door, his arms laced across his chest as he studies the crowd. I won’t start a scene until I talk with him first. The asshole is so lax lately, I have to get information before I flag someone. The system of approach at this particular club is simple. Well, it would be if Alec hadn’t grown so lazy.

It is imperative a person know the etiquette of the place where he or she is having a scene. Think of it like this. I can’t walk up into someone’s home and do as I want. I don’t go in, thinking I know everything there is to know about the place, and prop my feet up on the damn coffee table. If I do something like that, I’ll find my ass back out on the sidewalk.

Take the leather adorning my right wrist, for instance. One band signals that I’m a Dominant Sadist. The one with thin, light red stitching indicates that I like blood play. Alec’s flagging system is as simple as it is tasteful, but again, he’s becoming negligent.

“What’s good?” I ask as I near him.

“Damn cops still hanging around.” Alec turns towards me, frowning.

I would love nothing more than to say I told you so. I’ve warned him that he was getting too slack with the club. The kink world needs to stay locked tight like a fucking vault. People lose jobs because of this particular lifestyle. Not to mention, it’s illegal almost everywhere.

“Sir…”

Before turning my attention towards Rose, Euphoria’s manager, I slip into my persona. Alec has strict rules for her to call all club members Sir or Ma’am when addressing them. I give a little nod, gesturing her to continue.

“Your lease is up. Would you like to renew it?”

I hate to waste money, knowing the club is taking over, but if I don’t renew, Alec will become suspicious. When it comes to my lifestyle, I am a creature of habit.

“Yes, thank you, Rose.”

“Very well, Sir. Enjoy,” she says quietly as she walks away.

I would love to play with her, but again, it is against the rules. Even if Alec were to become slack on that one, I wouldn’t touch her. Although her long, red hair and blue eyes appeal to me, and her light, porcelain skin would look lovely with red marks, she’s off limits to me.

“Still don’t want to give up your room, eh?”

I take my attention from Rose’s backside and turn back towards my friend.

“Month after month, you know me.” I would hate for my room to go towards some dumb fuck who wouldn’t tend to it properly. I have everything how I like it. My belongings are nicely organized and sterile, and I want to keep it that way. If I don’t follow up on my lease, my shit will be stuck in a small locker, and what a pain in the ass that would become.

“You require Yolanda before you leave?” Alec questions.

I refrain from saying, “Don’t I always,” and nod yes.

Yolanda is a godsend here at Euphoria. Her job is to sterilize, organize, and clean everything with bleach. Some refuse to use her because her services are expensive. She is paid a salary for her basic duties, but when it comes to sterilizing toys and personalized rooms, she charges extra. It’s Alec’s way of getting her more money without him actually being the one to pay it. She deserves the extra, though.

Hell, if it weren’t for her, and the fact that Rose is such a great manager, I wouldn’t even play here anymore. I’d play at my house. With Rose in charge, I don’t worry about STD screenings. She is on top of that. In all honesty, when Breakneck takes over this club, I plan to ask Winter and Prez if Rose and Yolanda can continue their employment here. It’d be a shame to lose them when they are very knowledgeable and discreet with this lifestyle.

“What are your tastes today, my friend?”

Hmm… “Rose has me yearning for a pale, redhead.”

Alec looks around. “Right over there.” He nods his head to the left. “Haven’t had her, but I hear good things.”