Collared (Vegas Nights Book 1) by Rayanna Jamison Read Free Book Online

name as her stage name again?”
    “I might. We haven’t really talked about it. There were more important things to discuss.”
    “Man, I guess so.” Finally, relaxed and smiling, Jason slapped the table jovially. “You’re a good man, Pax Donovan. I hope it doesn’t come back and bite you in the ass.”
    “Don’t worry. It won’t”
    Their food came, and the conversation turned to other work related issues. Planning the month’s big events, and working out their respective schedules.
    Pax was glad the Diamond issue had been resolved. He hated that side of his friend, and his tendency to be a cold and unforgiving bastard. For reasons he wasn’t able to explain, Pax felt fiercely protective of his new hire—more so than with any of his girls—even the ones that had been with him since the club opened. The feelings he was having were unsettling to say the least.
    * * *
    Diamond woke up Tuesday morning and shot upright, taking in her unfamiliar surroundings with a groan. The past forty-eight hours had felt like a dream, like something out of the dirty books her sister Ruby was always reading. But it actually was her life. What in the hell had she been thinking, accepting a job from Pax and agreeing to be spanked on stage? Tonight .  Before she could process the thought, or even open her eyes fully, there was a knock on the door. Diamond eyed the clock. It was only 8:00 am. Surely it was much too early for housekeeping?
    There was no one else it could be. She had been here less than twenty-four hours. She hadn’t told anyone she was here. After the stress of moving, and the emotional release of the spanking, she had been drained, and had fallen asleep before dinner, sleeping straight through. Not even her family knew where she was. The only person who knew—she thought as she swung open the door, fully ready to tell the maid not to come back until after eleven—was…
    “Oh, it’s you.”  There were certainly much worse sights to wake up to than the one she was currently looking at. Pax filled her doorway—all six feet two inches of him, looking fine as hell and really intimidating in black cargo pants, and a black hotel T-shirt stretched so tightly across his muscles that it looked as if it had been painted on. Not a bad sight at all, she mused to herself. Still, it was hardly necessary for him to come to call at eight in the morning.
    “It’s early,” she stated grumpily.
    Pax looked her up and down, taking in the oversized T-shirt that barely covered her ass.  “Good morning.”
    “Checking to make sure I didn’t run away?” she quipped, rolling her eyes.
    “Something like that. I was coming to see if you’d like to join me for breakfast. I could have called, but I’m more persuasive face to face.”
    “I see. You assumed I would need the full extent of your persuasive powers?”
    Pax stepped inside, leaning against the wall behind the door, and crossed his arms over his chest in that way he had. “I didn’t want to take a chance. I admit, I’m really hoping you’ll say yes.”
    “I’m hardly dressed for breakfast,” she said gesturing at her morning attire, wincing when her stomach growled loudly.
    “I can wait.”
    “Fine.” She shut the door behind him, every fiber of her being telling her to say no—to close the door in his face, to pack up her stuff, and to run back to LA as fast as she was able. But then he smiled. His dark skin was a perfect showcase for his pearly whites, and those eyes. She had known they were nice, but when he smiled, it was an instant transformation from tough and intimidating to rugged and sexy as fuck.
    Her panties instantly dampened, and she was just thankful she was wearing any. Rushing to the closet, she grabbed the first things she put her hands on and hauled ass to the bathroom.  She showered, dressed, and put on a small amount of make-up in record time. You did not keep a man who looked like that waiting—especially not if said man was a