The Fetish Box, Part One by Nicole Camden

Author:Nicole Camden
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pocket Star

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Max hated paperwork, but it was part of owning a bar, and he figured he should have everything in order in case Mary girl decided that she wanted to take a look at the books. He was fairly certain he could talk her out of it, but knew he should probably get it done, anyway. He had a habit of letting unpleasant tasks go to the last minute.

The thought of unpleasant tasks had him opening his e-mail to see if Kyle had sent over the message details about the party for Mrs. Bonds. He had no intention of taking care of it; he figured John could either take care of it himself or at least talk Miss Mary through it, if she was willing to take it on. He figured it could go either way.

He found the e-mail and read over the details before forwarding it to John. She wanted the male servers to be wearing domino masks and loincloths. He shook his head. He’d been to parties at her place before. They were always at her Boca mansion with an exclusive guest list and their “preferences.” Max knew many of them. Some came into the bar on occasion, usually with his stepbrother, Carl, but mostly they were either wealthy society types or avant-garde members of the art world, pulled in by Carl, gallery owner and king of the good time.

Max’s phone beeped shortly after he sent the e-mail. It was John.

Back at the Box. Going over stuff now. Will run it by new girl.

Max texted back, though he hated texting. Come by the bar for a pint. Bar is hers too.

There wasn’t a response right away, but then: OK.

OK, then, Max thought, and wondered what the hell John was up to.

John took me back to the Box after we finished lunch. When we came in the door, Jordan was helping what looked like a girls’ rock band as they chose outfits in the costumes section.

Jordan excused himself from the girls and came toward us. Behind him one of the girls whispered into her friend’s ear, her eyes on John’s scars. I glanced at John’s face; I’d almost forgotten they were there. It was hard to think about anything, let alone scars, when he was telling me that he was going to teach me how to have sex. They didn’t interrupt my attraction to him, though I wanted to know how he’d gotten them.

“Hey, John, Mary.”

“Hi.” I smiled at the kid, who looked as if he were about to bounce on the balls of his feet. Bambi and John’s white dog came out of Mandy’s office to greet us as well. They wagged their tails and looked hopeful. I was fairly certain that the smell of fried meat had soaked into my pores from the Cuban restaurant.

“Hey, Jordan. Anything going on?” John asked.

“Some deliveries. I put them in Mandy’s . . . I’m sorry, Mary’s office.”

“Thanks.” John nodded toward the girls. “Make sure they look good. They’re playing at a club in Miami next weekend.

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