Fire We Make (Jackson and Liane Book 1) Read Online Free

spend countless hours trying to figure out the constellations and maybe create my own if I didn’t like what I saw. Then I would make my own Star Wars with these stars on the left, battling these stars on the right. Whenever a plane flew, I would pretend that was a missile launch to attack the enemy.” He chuckled and Liane smiled. “I still do that from time to time, though privately. I can’t let the girls know how much of a nerd I am.”
    Liane slowly turned around and looked into the depths of Jackson’s blue eyes. They softened to sky blue and she saw the warmth within them. “Each time I have you figured out, you surprise me.”
    Jackson leaned in and kissed her, his lips sweeping over hers over and over. He slipped his tongue inside and once again, they danced until he reluctantly pulled away. “Stop trying to figure me out.”

Five
    She didn’t know what to expect but she was pleasantly surprised when she saw it.
    After dinner, Jackson took Liane back to the Honey Ranch, the main brothel he owned and one he’d showcased on the reality show, per her request. Jackson had no intention of showing the brothel to Liane but she insisted on seeing at least the main one. He prepared her for what she was going to see – half-naked women catering to clients, with sexual sounds whispering through the walls. Liane was offended at Jackson treating her with kid gloves but soon realized there was a reason for his warning; she was going to a brothel and it was nothing like what his massage business used to be.
    The brothel wasn’t like what she’d read in history books or seen played out in various movies and TV shows. It was fancied as a nice hotel. It was painted white with a gold trim. A large electronic white gate with HR initials welcomed guests. There was a manicured lawn with numerous flowerbeds in the front lawn. The backyard posted of a heated pool and Jacuzzi with a large outdoor dining area for entertaining.
    Inside the home was more extravagant. There was a long bar attached to a full-service kitchen with a menu of mouth-watering options. In the living room, there was a pole centered in the middle of the room, flanked by plush sofas. The waiting area where the clients chose their dates for the night, had hardwood flooring and vaulted ceilings. The bedrooms were nicely decorated and catered to each girl’s personality. There were hidden cameras in each room for the girl’s protection.
    Trained security guards did round the clock surveillance and cameras everywhere monitored the ranch. A large gate surrounded the estate, giving it a palatial feel. It wasn’t a mistake on Jackson’s part, Liane figured. He wanted the girls to feel like they were princesses. If the girls were happy, the clients were happy. If the clients were happy, they spent more money. As an end result, Jackson was richer.
    No one could ever accuse Jackson of being a dumb executive.
    “Champagne, Mark.” Jackson directed to the bartender; a man in his mid-twenties. He was an attractive man with short brown hair, a rugged face, and muscular build. He had a brilliant smile when he revealed it but Liane noticed it wasn’t a mistake the bartender looked that way; he probably doubled as security. “We’ll be in the living room.”
    “Will send it over, J.” He grinned.
    Jackson led Liane to the living room that had several plush sofas waiting for them and a silver pole in the middle of the room. Liane sat down next to Jackson and nodded towards the pole. “For entertaining or instructing?”
    “Both,” Jackson honestly replied. A server came by with a bottle of Moet and Chandon and two pre-filled glasses. Jackson briefly thanked her before he turned his attention back to Liane. “Some girls didn’t know how to strip. Others just want to know how to pole dance. It’s a good conversation piece.” He handed a glass to Liane. “Cheers.”
    “Cheers.” Liane took a sip of champagne and let the bubbly liquid ease down her throat.