Free Bind (Manhattan Lux Book 1): Manhattan Lux by Olivia Devon Page A

That was hilarious.
    Jinx decided she wasn’t going to layer too much meaning on this thing with Wyatt. Better to just have fun. If she felt like fucking him tonight, she would. In the meantime, cowboy was going to have to learn that working at the Club meant following Jinx’s rules, not making his own.
    Jinx brushed away a tear from her friend’s cheek as it rolled free. “Hey, you okay to go on?”
    “Yeah.” Jane nodded, sniffed, smiled. “I’ll be fine. You know I live for this shit. I’ll be perfect as soon as we get out there.”
    “Okay.” She rubbed her friend’s shoulders, and pulled her in for a hug. “Showtime then,” Jinx said. “Let’s leave them hard, and drooling for more.”

    * * *
    W yatt wove through the crowds , scoping out the perimeter of the club and finally climbed the staircase to the crow’s nest adjacent to the DJ Booth. The people on the floor below him looked like the sea during stormy weather, whirling and crashing against each other as the music pounded.
    He had a lot of guys on his security staff at Glow, and a club this size, that housed a small restaurant, three dance floors, nine bars, VIP booths and private party rooms, needed every last one of them. The club was three stories high, with broad balconies on the top two floors that circumnavigated the whole lower floor. Wyatt figured that was the stupidest idea for a club he’d ever seen, drunk assholes hanging over the rails, dropping drinks, and sweating on the people below them. It was a miracle no one had fallen yet.
    Thankfully the balconies only had two ways up or down. The first thing Wyatt had done was station a few guys at each location—anybody going up had to relinquish their drinks and buy a new one upstairs, where, as of tonight, the bartenders were only serving in plastic.
    His eyes darted to the exits. There were a dozen entrances in and out of the club, and Jack wasn’t able to tell Wyatt exactly who had access to them all. This entire place was a logistical and security nightmare.
    He was having a ball.
    Of course, he hadn’t exactly cleared some of his changes with Jinx. But he hoped that when she heard his reasons, she’d see things his way. New guy comes in, starts shaking things up, people get upset. There was no way he was going to be accepted, trusted as one of the tribe within his first few weeks. Jack wanted this shit solved ASAP. So a few weeks was all he had. If Jinx didn’t know about the changes Wyatt was initiating, she couldn’t be accused of turning her back on her regular staff. They’d still acknowledge her as an insider, and Wyatt needed her to keep that status, so they could find the mole.
    Good cop, bad cop. Yeah, they’d make a great team.
    Wyatt caught the eye of one of his security guys on the floor below him. Dude gave him a discreet nod then continued on his route.
    “You the new security chief?” The DJ shouted at Wyatt from across the soundboard.
    “Yeah.” Wyatt reached across the booth and shook the man’s hand. “Just checking out the view from up here. Pretty great.”
    “Oh yeah,” the DJ said, shifting his headphones to his neck. “Just wait till the sex show starts. Best seats in the house man. Prime viewing.”
    “Sex show?” Wyatt asked. “I thought it was just a demonstration? But with ropes?”
    “Hell no man. Naked chicks getting tied up and swinging from the ceiling? That’s a sex show, as far as I know.” The guy laughed, gold-capped tooth flashing, and slapped Wyatt on the arm. “You’re gonna enjoy the hell out of it buddy. Sexy as fuck.”
    Wyatt frowned. Demonstration his ass. Jinx had made it sound sterile, benign, like a presentation given at a senior citizen home.
    The music surged and pulsed, and spotlights wove through the crowds. Wyatt watched as his security team pushed back the throngs and set up barriers on the center of the dance floor, carving out a long rectangle of empty floor for what would soon be the performance