Free Dirty Games: A BWWM Romance by Sasha Page A

similar to Zenobia, even if the reasons behind her attitude were different. And Zenobia didn’t know exactly which reasons she had, but she still felt for her. Rose wasn’t all that comfortable around her yet, even though she’d warmed up considerably since the very first weeks. She just wished she could sit her down and really talk to her, though she had no idea what she would say. For Rose, it may have been a combination of her upbringing and experiences.
    “When is your night off?” Zenobia asked as she started mixing herself a Screaming Orgasm.
    The bar was mostly quiet, thankfully, the perfect moment to try and start a conversation.
    “Ah, it was gonna be tomorrow, but I told Wes I could work anyway since Theo is sick.”
    Zenobia gave her a curious glance. “You’ve been here every single night this week. Don’t you just want to chill out tomorrow?”
    “I don’t really have anything to do,” Rose said with a small shrug, turning to give Zenobia a smile as she slid a glass her way so she could pour her cocktail into it.
    “Hey gorgeous, can I buy you one?”
    Both of them turned to see tall man with sparkling blue eyes leaning across the bar and sliding a bill over to Rose. She blinked, as though she either didn’t understand his request or was simply afraid of him. She glanced back at Zenobia, then gave him a smile and passed him a shot of tequila.
    “No, but this one is on the house.”
    Zenobia barely restrained from rolling her eyes a little, and kept her smile to herself. The man gulped down the shot, holding Rose’s gaze seductively before sliding off his stool and pushing himself closer to her.
    “What time do you get off?”
    “Way late,” Rose said, her tone apologetic. She glanced back to Zenobia, the look in her eyes sort of desperate. 
    “Rose, can you come here a moment?”
    The man slouched away, giving the two of them a dirty look, and Rose took a sigh of relief as she downed what was supposed to be Zenobia’s drink.
    “What was that about? He was a knockout.”
    Rose blushed slightly, but avoided Zenobia’s eyes as she finished the cocktail, mumbling something under her breath that could’ve been anything. Zenobia frowned, perplexed, but before she could get in a word, Wes was back, his hand sliding.
    “Hey there,” Wes whispered, kissing the side of Zenobia’s neck.
    “Hey. All sorted?”
    “Yeah, I had Kevin kick them out,” Wes said indifferently, his grin glowing brighter as Zenobia rolled her eyes at him. “Come on.”
    “Where?”
    “Meaning business.”
    Zenobia snorted. It was one of Wes’s codes. Sometimes her boyfriend was a few cards short of a full deck.
    Boyfriend... gosh, did that make her giggle like a schoolgirl.
    Wes was crazy about noir movies and gangster flicks, and he found it immensely amusing that every time there was a night club scene, after you’d seen all the crowd and the dancing people and scantily-clad waitresses, there were always the back rooms where the people in black were “meaning business.”
    Wes had a lot of these impromptu crazy eureka moments, and Zenobia had learned to give in to whatever he came up with. They were what made Zenobia fall in love with him in the first place.
    “Right,” she said, grinning at Wes and clasping their fingers together. “Rose, you okay?”
    “I’ll take care of the bar,” Rose finished easily, smiling at them.
    “You’re awesome,” Wes beamed.
    He tugged on Zenobia’s hand, and before Zenobia could actually inquire if Rose was doing okay, she was dragged away by Wes toward one of the back rooms.
     

Chapter 2
     
     
    “You’re rather crazy, you know?” Zenobia whispered as Wes kicked open a door and pulled her in, backing her up against the wall as he kissed hungrily at her mouth.
    Wes grinned, his bright turquoise eyes sparkling in mischief. “All your fault.”
    “Did you actually kick out clients so you could have one of the rooms?” Zenobia inquired, her hands skating down