Say My Name (Gods of Saint Pierce #1) Read Online Logan Chance

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Erotic, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Gods of Saint Pierce Series by Logan Chance
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Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 102184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
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“I love it,” I squeak out, trying to keep my wits about me. It’s ridiculous how nervous I am around him. I’ve been near criminals before, but there’s something different about this imposing man.

“Brandon will make sure you make it to your car tonight,” he says, giving a chin lift toward the security man at the front door. I’ve only met Brandon in passing, but I nod.

“Ok, sounds good.”

“You’ve never worked in a nightclub before, have you?”

“You’ve already hired me. You should have looked at my resume harder.” I give him a wink. “It’s too late to take the job back now.”

He smiles, and it’s really quite breathtaking. It’s almost like a smile he reserves for friends. If he has any. “I don’t remember you having one.”

I park a hand on my hip. “No? Oh, must have been my mistake. I was certain I gave it to you.” I brush past him to grab the draft beer Raven sets on the counter and hustle away from his woodsy scent to drop it off at one of my tables.

When I head back to the server station, POI’s still there, watching me.

“Are you here for my credentials?” I ask as I grab a cloth and the spray cleaner to take care of a vacated table.

“How’s your boyfriend handling you working here?”

I pause before leaving and glance over my shoulder. “He loves the money I’m making.” I head to the empty table and barely wipe it off before a new couple fills the seats. Once I get their drink order, I hurry to the computer to input their martinis.

POI’s still standing in the same spot where I left him, still studying me. He makes my palms sweat, but I push away the jitters he causes and engage with him.

“Is there something you need?” I ask.

His eyes drift over my white dress. “I’m not allowed to watch what’s going on in my club?”

He has a point. Staying on his good side is a must. I have to make sure I figure out all aspects of this club.

“I guess you are,” I say, feeling irritated with myself because I was enjoying the banter. But I need to play it safe.

“Speaking of watching… I have something I want you to see.” The husky way he says the words causes tingles to race up my spine. What could he have to show me? I almost want to get out my trusty little notebook so I can take notes while I’m walking around with him.

That would be too obvious, right?

Yes, it would.

He strides out of the station, and I ask Luna to watch my tables while I hurry off with POI. He leads me down a hallway guarded by Jerry, one of the security guards. I’m on high alert, trying to memorize everything I see. I’m looking for familiar faces because I need members’ names so Finn can question them.

He stops in front of a large window and turns to face it. “Look,” he instructs, and I move closer to peer inside.

A few couples mingle inside a big room with red couches scattered about the space. Though the room is dim, cast in a scarlet glow, I have no problem seeing everyone inside.

“What is this?” I ask.

He stands shoulder to shoulder with me as he glances down at me. “I figured since you’re working here now you should see what happens in this club. This room is a viewing room.”

“A viewing room?”

“Yes, whatever happens inside there, anyone can stand right where you are and watch.”

“Oh.” I gaze into his whiskey-colored eyes and then back into the room. “Can they see me watching them?”

“No.”

One couple sits on a couch and kisses. The man drags his hand up the woman’s thigh and slips it under her dress.

My cheeks warm like I stood too long in the sun as I stare, wondering if I should turn away.

The POI nickname drifts away as Devereaux moves behind me, making my skin prickle with heat. My heartbeat picks up and I lick my lips. “Keep watching,” he whispers against the shell of my ear.

“It almost feels wrong to watch.” But that doesn’t stop me. I shouldn’t get all heated like this because I’m supposed to be undercover catching a killer. Crazy thing is, I don’t know whether it’s the amorous couple on the couch or Devereaux’s proximity that’s making my blood race at an alarming rate through my veins.

He chuckles softly. “That’s the forbidden aspect of it. Why do you think these types of clubs exist? It’s here to bring us out of our shell.”

I gaze over my shoulder at him. “I just thought it was so people could get off as many times as possible.”

Devereaux laughs at my words. “Not entirely. Sure, who doesn’t love a good orgasm? But it’s a place to explore different things.”



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