Free Dirty Games: A BWWM Romance by Sasha

Chapter 1
     
     
    “Hey, gorgeous, what’re you doing out here?”
    A silly grin spread across Zenobia’s lips and she turned on the spot, wrapping her arms around Wes’s neck. Wes smiled at her, his fingers rubbing gently at the small of Zenobia’s back.
    “Just checking out the line.”
    “It’s not going anywhere,” Wes chuckled, kissing the tip of Zenobia’s nose. “Come on in, Kevin’s got it covered.”
    The bouncer nodded and flexed his biceps at them in demonstration. Zenobia followed Wes inside.
    A table covered with a black velvet drape stood at the side immediately past the entrance. A stack of cards and keys were artfully placed in two different baskets lined with lace, as the costumers walked by they picked up a card, stood to the side to fill them in, and grabbed a key in a constant, almost musical rhythm.
    Blind Date Night had been Zenobia’s idea, and it was a huge success right off the bat. Clients had to sign a waiting list ahead of time now because they just didn’t have enough room to satisfy everyone.
    “Are you considering signing up?” Wes whispered in Zenobia’s ear. He took her hand and dragged her past the crowded hall where patrons were filling in forms with their name, preferences, and gender, while praying that the lottery draw for a key—and a partner—would work in their favor.
    “I don’t know,” Zenobia said playfully, as Wes slapped her ass.
    Zenobia turned in his arms and kissed his neck.
    “Maybe it’s time to spice it up a little?”
    “What, getting bored already?” Wes pouted, mock-serious. “Well, we can’t have that—”
    “Wes?”
    Wes turned around; smiling once he saw that it was Rose, one of the club’s best employees.
    “Yeah?”
    “There are people demanding a Wednesday special, despite my trying to explain I can’t get them a Speed Dating card tonight. I don’t really know what to do anymore.”
    “I’ll take care of it,” Wes said with a smile. “Where are they?”
    “Booth seven,” Rose said, gesturing toward the back of the club.
    Wes gave a cheeky wink to Zenobia and pressed a soft, wet kiss on her lips. “Don’t go anywhere.”
    “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
    Wes breezed toward the back booths, and Zenobia turned to Rose.
    “Night’s going smooth so far?” Zenobia asked, walking back to the bar with her.
    “Despite people not knowing the calendar, yeah, it’s going fine,” Rose answered with a smile as they both slid behind the bar.
    Zenobia liked Rose. She knew Wes couldn’t understand the girl’s shyness, especially because Rose was an incredibly beautiful young woman. Rose had that smooth, almost perfect complexion, were it not for the freckles dusting her nose and cheeks. Her bright red hair fell to the middle of her back, and her green eyes and full lips were the envy of both patrons and coworkers. She was also perfectly proportioned; not too curvy and not too muscular, and showed just enough cleavage to earn her hundreds in tips every night. Yet despite all that, and working in one of the classiest clubs in all of Miami, where the most beautiful singles came to mingle and pair up, Rose always stayed in the background, shaking cocktails, mixing drinks and generally being polite and professional to everyone, but still only in the background.
    Zenobia knew it drove Wes crazy. He just couldn’t comprehend how someone could not want to enjoy themselves and how they could lack the confidence that he oozed from his every pore. If Wes had a fault, it was his inability to put himself in someone else’s shoes. Zenobia understood Rose’s plight, probably better than anyone else who worked at Casa Blanca’s. She, herself, had spent most of her life feeling awkward, out of place and uncomfortable in her skin while everything around her changed. Tasha always made fun of her for it, in that exasperated, patronizing but loving older sister way, but Zenobia just couldn’t get past her own issues.
    Rose, in many ways, was very