Free Rebel's Desire (Iron Portal Paranormal Romance Series) (Iron Portal Series Book 4) by Laurie London

doing and looked up.
    “Not you, sweetheart. Keep going.” He patted her head and she continued.
    A brunette—a girl named Cheryl, he believed—was over near the window. She hurriedly wiped the blow from her nose. “What can I get you?” she called.
    He ground his teeth together. “First of all, come over here when you’re speaking to me. No one likes to hear someone yell across the room.”
    “Oh yeah, right.” She rose and sauntered over.
    He’d let the yeah slide…for now. There were too many other things to work on at the moment. “And second of all, this isn’t a fast food restaurant.” He cocked his head expectantly.
    She blinked a few times, looking flustered, then it dawned on her. “I…I’m sorry. How may I be of assistance… sir ?
    “There you go. See how much better that sounds?” He raised his brows and waited for her to agree with him. “The clients like that. It tells them that your sole purpose is to serve their needs, whatever they may be.”
    “Yes, of course, sir.”
    “Now, can you tell me what’s wrong here?”
    She looked down at the girl. “Is she not doing it right?”
    “No, that’s not it. Keep looking.”
    She scanned the table. “I…I don’t know, sir.”
    Did she have the IQ of an ameba? But she was cover model beautiful and that was what mattered the most. “Look at the glass.”
    “Oh my goodness,” she said, her eyes widening. “The glass. I’ll fill it right away, sir. Was that the Cristal?”
    He gripped the armrests to keep from slapping her across the face. It wouldn’t be good to present a bruised girl to the clients. Of course he’d been drinking the fucking Cristal. And if she were in tune with his needs, she would’ve remembered.
    “Yes,” he said through clenched teeth.
    Closing his eyes, he leaned back and tried to relax, pay attention to the sweet thing between his legs. He was semi-hard at best and probably wouldn’t ejaculate, but it still felt better than not having a blowjob.
    There was a knock on the door.
    He let out a long sigh. “That's enough,” he said to the girl with his dick in her mouth. He pointed to the drug-laden table near the window. “Go help yourself now.”
    He rose and headed to the door, not bothering to cover himself up. It was just his assistant; she’d seen him like this before. “This better be important.”
    “Oh, it is,” Iris said, breezing into the room with an efficient, no-nonsense clip to her step. Her chin-length silvery hair was pulled neatly off her face with a thin black headband. She glanced over at the two naked females near the window and the two passed out on the bed. One of them was finally stirring. “I wouldn't have bothered you if it wasn't important.”
    “What is it then?” He grabbed a piece of bacon from a platter on the table.
    “I just got off the phone with Freddy Ubinov.”
    Again? The Russian billionaire had called him every day this week. “Did he not get the catalog? What did he think of the girls?”
    “No, he got the catalog,” Iris replied, tapping a stylus on the edge of her tablet. “That’s not the problem. Seems he's looking for a certain kind of girl and didn't see her listed.”
    Davin let out an exasperated sigh. “What the hell kind of girl is he looking for? We've got almost a dozen for him to choose from. All beautiful and all have a Talent.”
    He’d specifically chosen the girls not just for their looks, but also for their particular Talents that could be used to heighten the sexual pleasure of their partners. He wasn’t the only one who ran a Talent sex trade club, but he was one of the best. No one put their girls through as much rigorous training as he did. And it paid off. His auctions attracted some of the biggest clients, and he made a helluva lot of money doing it.
    He glanced at the beautiful sword mounted above the mantel, its jewel-encrusted hilt glinting in the light. A precious antiquity acquired during a recent raid he’d financed into