CHAPTER 4: PATRICK
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Patrick closed the door to Ethan’s office and leaned against it, catching his breath. She was going to kill him. He’d die of blue balls and frustration. He poured himself a drink, grabbed a towel from behind the bar and went to the TV. He quickly skimmed through the Club to ensure that everything was fine and then he found Annie.
She was already pushing her cart toward her first assignment—her legs now steady under her. If he could f**k her like he wanted, she wouldn’t walk for a week. He sipped his drink as he watched her work. She bent over a bed, pulling the sheets off. He unzipped his pants and stroked his c**k as she worked. If it were anyone else, he’d call in one of the girls and have her suck him off while he watched Annie clean the rooms. His lips c
