Page 29 of The Daddy’s Girl

My mother had retired from dancing, and I wanted nothing more than to let her relax so I could take care of her.

The first couple of years were rough, but then the people started pouring in. And so did the money. My mother never stepped foot in L’Amour after I reopened it, but she knew the true nature of the club.

“That’s so fascinating,” Laura says, leaning closer. Then I feel the soft touch of her foot along the inside of my calf.

I pause, noticing her restlessness. “Well, yes. I guess it is.” I shift in my seat, suddenly uncomfortable—not with her touch but with my own indecision. What would the new Matis do in this situation?

“So…is it still open? What’s it like inside? I’m so curious,” she says, faking her innocence with a bashful smile and a bite of her lip.

So curious basically means she wants to see it. And more than likely she wants me to fuck her there.

This first date is quickly falling off course.

And the worst part is…with that strange encounter earlier with Amelia and just the odd way I’ve been feeling lately, I want to take her to the club. I want to just fall into my old habits, fully knowing that I likely won’t see her again after today if I take her to that club now.

I shouldn’t. I really shouldn’t.

To hell with it.

Leaning toward her, I run my finger along the length of her forearm to her elbow, watching the goose bumps erupt in my wake. “Actually, yes, it is. Would you like to go see it?”

She grins widely, this time blushing for real.

“Yes, I would.”

Laura keeps her hand linked around my arm as we pass through the entrance to Legacy. I explained to her how when I retired, they rebranded and changed the name of the club. I couldn’t be more proud of how they handled the change, but most days, I do miss owning it.

“This is just the bar,” I say as I give her a tour of the main level.

“Looks pretty tame,” she replies with a mischievous grin.

“Come with me.” Taking her hand in mine, I lead her down the stairs toward the lower level. Security doesn’t stop us, only waves a greeting at me since they all know me well. I may not be the owner anymore, but I still have the key cards and the same access I did before.

As we reach the sex club portion of the club, Laura clutches close to me with wonder in her eyes. “Wow.”

“It’s incredible, isn’t it?”

Her gaze sweeps the space, blushing when she notices the free use wall in the back and the open play dance floor in the middle. Not that those are the only places people can get wild in the open. There’s plenty happening in the VIP booths that we can clearly see from here.

“Another drink?” I ask.

She shoots me a look of excitement and a touch of hesitation. “Yes, please.”

I get it. Coming to a sex club for the first time must be a little scary for newcomers. Something I certainly can’t relate to, but I see the looks on their faces. It takes a while to get used to it. The uninhibited sex. The blatant perversion. Naked bodies and salacious sounds. It’s out of the ordinary.

At the bar with Laura, I fall into old habits. I lean in close, caging her between my body and the bar. As I brush her hair back, she melts under my touch.

“You’re the sexiest man I’ve ever met,” she whispers as I inch my lips closer to her ear. Those words once made me feel praised and elated, but now they are just hollow.

Instead, I hear someone else’s whispered compliment resurfacing from my memory. Not from Laura, from someone else. Someone I should not be thinking about in this moment.

Do you know how sexy you are without even trying?

A sharp tongue. A pair of crystalline blue eyes. A smirk. A fidget. A giggle.

And my cock reacts.

Stop it.