Here and there, the walls broke, giving me a glimpse inside the main room. Two or three women danced alone in glassed-in boxes, but several were out on the floor, and I instinctively turned my eyes away from all the exposed female flesh. Maybe I was still a priest at heart.
But then my eyes were drawn back to Poppy’s short tunic and where I could see the shape of her a*s through the fabric.
Yeah, right.
We ducked through one of the openings and then Poppy led me inside a room.
“What are we doing?”
“My boss said I can use these rooms whenever I want. And I want to right now.”
“For me?”
“For you. Now wait here,” she said with a grin, and then left, closing the heavy wood door with a snick.
So these were the private rooms she’d told me about, like the one she’d f****d Sterling in. Tha
