Free Game's Over: A BWWM Romance (Game of Chance Book 3) by Sasha Page B

partnership at the club had been a fairly recent thing. She wasn’t expected to know everything yet, was she?
    “We run the contest for a week,” Wes explained as they walked toward the stage that was set up in the ballroom, the one usually used by the cage dancers. “Everyone can join up - both men and women - there’s a popular vote for each, pretty much by every single patron, and we eliminate a bunch of them every night.”
    “So wait…this goes on every night?”
    “All other events get put on hold. There’s enough activity with the Summer Bombshell contest. We can’t run anything else.”
    “The club will be packed,” Tasha grinned, “And all the rooms are booked. Would make no sense to have a blind date night when everyone is perfectly happy to do that by themselves.”
    “I get it.” Zenobia turned around and grinned at Wes. “So what? They get to stand on stage and take off their clothes for fun?”
    Tasha giggled. “Not only fun.”
    “Okay, besides getting laid. What do they get?”
    “Each gets a weekend for two at the Exclusive Resort,” Wes put in helpfully. “We’ve done other packages during past years, but this one seems to get the best response.”
    “Sounds good.”
    Zenobia had heard of that resort. It was a beautiful hotel in Key West with a personal spa set on the ocean. She’d never been there, but the venue was known to be both exclusive and luxurious.
    Maybe she and Wes could go there at some point. Maybe when the contest was over, they could leave Rose to take care of the club and just relax a little. They’d been running on near empty for the past…well, for a while now. Zenobia couldn’t even remember the last time they’d had done something fun, just the two of them. Outside the bedroom, that is. Maybe it was time for a vacation…
    She realized she’d spaced out when Tasha snapped her fingers in front of her. “Earth to Zenobia. Still with us?”
    “Yeah. Yes. I mean, I’m here.”
    Tasha shook her head with an amused grin. “Doesn’t look like it. In fact, it looks like you’re miles away from here. Maybe San Francisco?”
    Wes smiled at her and threw one arm over her shoulder. “Maybe we should make a trip down there, hmm? Test it out, just to be sure we’re not handing our contestants any bullshit?”
    “Uh… well… I wasn’t going to suggest it. But if you think—”
    “Absolutely,” Wes smacked his lips on Zenobia’s cheek. “We can’t stay the whole weekend, but we can surely make it a one-day trip.”
    “But…the contest?”
    “Don’t worry about it,” Tasha cut in, a devilish look in her eye, “I’ll take care of ‘em.”
    Zenobia shared a private look with Wes. A couple of days away to an A-list Spa sounded wonderful, but she knew how much Wes cared for the good of the club. And to be perfectly honest, she had no intention of leaving Tasha, ahem, “testing” the contestants without their supervision.
    “We could leave tomorrow.” Zenobia looped her arms around Wes’s waist, a gleam in her eyes. “See who gets in tonight, and get back here to watch the second round of the contest.”
    Wes nodded, and he looked almost relieved. Zenobia knew he would’ve put them before the club if push came to shove, but they were partners in more ways than one. She knew Wes and his OCD needed to be present at every major event. Despite his good intentions, Zenobia had an inkling there wouldn’t be much relaxing if the contest were happening without them.
    “Well then, you can pick up the tickets yourselves, save them the trouble of posting,” Tasha said, taking out her cell phone. “I’m going to call them now and let them know you’ll need a full one-day treatment, okay?”
    “Sounds great.” Zenobia turned in Wes’s arms and kissed him, lips moving slowly against one another. “Sounds fabulous.”
    Wes giggled, an honest-to-God giggle, and they kissed again. They kept kissing even when Tasha cleared her throat, and throughout the