Page 216 of Wait for Him

One corner of her mouth lifts. "What?"

"Nothing."

"That's a loaded nothing."

"I'm processing the fictional men I've invented. One of them has a mustache."

She stares at me for a second before laughing. "You're jealous of an imaginary man with a mustache?"

"Deeply. He's a prick."

"Noted."

She slides one of the black cards across the table to me, and I pick it up. There's one line across the front. Red. Amber. Green.

Well, I know what that means.

"This is the last thing about me you don't know. The last secret." She takes a sip of her whiskey, and for the first time tonight, she looks a little nervous. "This is mine."

I look up from the card. "Mine as in..."

"Mine, Jackson. I own it."

I look around the room again.

No fucking way.

"You own this place."

"I do."

"Like... this whole place?"

Now she's smiling. "This whole place."

Holy shit.

My woman owns a sex club.

I don't know why I'm proud of this. I contributed absolutely nothing. I didn't invest. Didn't help design it. I learned it existed approximately four minutes ago.

Still proud as fuck.

"Rose, this is..." I look around again because I don't even have the word yet. "This is unreal."

"Are you ready for tonight?"

I don't know what tonight is, but at this point she could tell me we're robbing a bank and I'd ask whether I need gloves.

"Yes, ma'am. Anything."

"Take your shirt off."

I reach up and pull it over my head. Glory appears almost immediately, takes it from my hands, and walks away with it. My eyes follow her on instinct, but Rose catches my chin and brings my attention straight back.

"Don't you fucking look at her. Eyes on me. You understand?"

And there she is. Full Domme Rose. I may die here.