Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

her hands tucked into the pockets. She stopped when I started
to approach, no doubt trying to keep a safe distance.
I veered for the couch, sitting down on the opposite end as
the boyfriend, who still watched—or tried not to watch—what
his girlfriend and best friend were doing.
“Have a good night, Damon,” I heard Mr. GGarin say.
I nodded, and when I looked up again, he was gone. Rika
stayed back, watching me as I dug out my wallet from my
breast pocket and pulled out a stack of bills.
“I want to stop,” the young girl said, pulling away from the
guy’s mouth.
“You can stop whenever you want,” I said. “Door’s not
locked.”
And I started slowly laying down one-hundred-dollar bill
after another on the frosted glass table between us. Next to the
cash I’d already paid them for what they were doing.
“Or you can stay there,” I continued, laying down another
hundred and then another, “and keep doing nothing while your
little boyfriend lets his best friend put a hand inside your
dress.” I put down the last hundred. “And you can earn next
month’s rent money while you’re at it.”
“What the hell is the matter with you?” Rika demanded.
I glanced up at her, seeing her shoot a glare from them to
me.
“You can look,” I told her. “I won’t tell Michael. I’m good
at keeping our secrets.”
She looked away, and I cast my stare back down at the girl
—who’d arrived earlier, trying to sneak into the club with her
boyfriend and his friend, none of them twenty-one. She was
hot, they looked fun to play with, so here we were.
The young woman’s brown eyes dropped to the money on
the table and lingered for a moment. And just like with Mr.
GGarin, heat coursed slowly down my arms, through my
stomach, past my groin, and into my thighs as I waited to see
if she would do what I wanted her to do.