Dirty Games: A BWWM Romance Read Online Free Page A

he’d seen her before. She stood out in that kind of place, mostly because of her slightly nervous posture, an attempt not to draw attention to herself—certainly a new practice at Casa Blanca’s. She was young, maybe a bit too young for Brent, and looked wide-eyed and innocent enough to draw all sorts of predators to her like honey for the bees. Yeah, he’d have one of those.
    Brent signaled Wes over. “Who’s that gorgeous creature over there?” he asked him, nodding toward where Zenobia was talking to her. “She looks familiar, but I don’t think I’ve met her.”
    “Not in these circumstances, probably.” Wes said with a wink. “That’s Rose. Our back-up bartender. I gave her some time off to have fun.”
    Brent sat back, appraising his target. “How come I’ve never seen her before?”
    “She goes to all sorts of lengths so people won’t notice her.” Wes grinned. “Rosie’s a bit of a loner. We’re trying to change that.”
    “Really?” Brent smirked and took his drink, downing it whole. “Well, I sure as hell noticed.”
    “Then what are you waiting for?”
     
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    Zenobia put another highball in front of Rose, who shook her head and pushed it away.
    “No, I can’t, I’ve had enough.”
    “This one’s from that guy over there,” Zenobia said as she turned to where Wes was talking to the newcomer.
    “The blonde?”
    Rose had seen him, alright. She’d been watching him pretty much every night that he came to Casa Blanca’s, excusing herself to the bathroom to rub one out every time he would take off to the secret rooms upstairs with some new companion on his arm. She would imagine what wicked games they would be playing, blushing to herself as she replaced Brent’s partner with herself in her mind’s eye.
    “Oh,” she said simply, not knowing what to do, her stomach clenching as a shiver raked down his spine.
    Zenobia winked at her “Will you drink it?”
    Rose looked over at Brent, startled to find him staring straight at her. Instinctively, she reached for the drink and downed it in one go. She set the glass down and waited, her left leg shaking in a jittery, nervous motion.
    Brent didn’t so much as blink as he ran his tongue hungrily over his bottom lip. Brent wasn’t one to wait for an invitation. He watched those pretty green eyes widen and grinned. He halted a few steps away from Rose. Still interested, but still not crossing any sort of personal space: well, at least not for now.
    “Hey,” he called with a sultry, slow smile. Rose’s eyes skimmed from the few open buttons on Brent’s shirt down to the jeans that clung to his strong, lean legs, and took the seat next to him, nudging at his fingers.
    “Hi.” The voice surprised her. It was low, raspy, and hot enough to slice right through Brent and pump straight in his blood. “I see you… I mean, you come here often.”
    Brent chuckled lowly at the shy statement. Rose was looking uncomfortable, and her attempt at boldness intrigued Brent more than the sleek routine he was used to from other partners he had.
    “Every other night.”
    Those plump lips that had enchanted him in the first place twitched, pulling into a coy, half-smile.
    “Cute,” Brent said with a grin. “Do you always drink like that, sweetheart?” He tipped his head in the direction of the drink Rose had just left behind.
    “Like what?”
    “Like you needed a little liquid courage.”
    Rose’s eyes shifted hastily downwards, and she licked her lips nervously. Brent followed the pink tongue as it darted out over full, pretty lips, and reached out to run his thumb brazenly over a plump lower lip.
    “Wanna know something?” he asked, feeling the sharp intake of breath from Rose’s lips. “You’re the prettiest thing in this room.”
    There was something innocent, yet playfully seductive in those green eyes as they looked up at him again.
    “You say that as if it justifies everything.”
    “It does.” Brent replied confidently. “I