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Sadie
“He’s coming!”
The security screens display the Land Rover parked out front. I let out a scream as I scurry out of the office and dash toward the entrance of the club.
Sage meets me at the black curtain separating the lobby from the main area.
“Breathe,” she says, putting her hands up. “He’s just a guy, remember?”
Just a guy.
Just a guy with two million followers on Instagram and twice as many on FanVids.
Just a guy I’ve been negotiating with—and maybe sorta flirting with—for the past three months.
Just a guy who could put our club on the map.
With a deep breath, I force my shoulders to descend from my ears and my eye to stop twitching. When we hear the car door slam outside, Sage and I pull back the curtain together.
The first man to walk in is stout and balding.
For a moment, I panic, thinking that maybe I’ve been catfished—along with a few million people.
But then, Jax Kingston walks in behind him. All six and a half feet of Adonis-level hotness.
“Mr. Kingston,” I beam as I close the distance, putting out a hand toward him.
Like the suave and sexy motherfucker that he is, he pauses near the door and licks his bottom lip. His tongue is red and just the peek of it sends a jolt of warmth to my core.
“You must be Sadie,” he says in a cool, raspy tone. “Sexy Sadie.”
Laughing at his own joke, he grins, and deep dimples pierce his perfectly chiseled cheeks.
Naturally, I giggle way too much and for far too long. He said my name.
Sage, ever the valiant heroine, steps in and saves the day. “Jax, we’re so glad you could make it to Sinners and Saints. I hope you understand that we cannot allow filming in the main public areas of the club, but should you feel inspired, you are welcome to film in any one of our private rooms. And if there is anything we can offer you while you’re here, please let us know.”
He crosses his arms and smiles down at Sage as if she’s a small poodle who just learned how to walk on her hind legs.
“Look at you two. I gotta say…a sex club owned by two women is so fucking cool.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Sage’s tight-lipped smile. My headstrong boss has worked her ass off to make this club what it is, and she doesn’t take kindly to men patronizing her in any way, shape, or form.
Not that that’s what Jax is doing. He’s just being playful. She doesn’t understand his content.
Jax is young and progressive. He’s a true ally and wants all the same things she does—female empowerment and the destigmatization of sexual culture. He talks about it all the time on his Instagram.
“All right then,” he says with a wink. “Let’s check this place out.” He waves at the stout man who stays in the lobby as if that’s his job.
As we enter the club, I try to keep myself at Jax’s side. I want him to feel free to explore. It’s important for the club that he gets a good first impression. If he films content here and shares it on his socials, it could mean so much for us.
Our dreams of opening another location could be easily within reach with just a nudge of national attention.
“Wow,” he says, standing in the middle of the room. “This place is sick.”
There’s a lively crowd on the dance floor tonight. People are glancing this way, some of them clearly recognizing Jax.
