“Kylo,” I called when he started for the door. He turned back. “You and West are the least experienced in selling your body. I have others who have done it for years to pick up those clients… for now. You’ll be watched like all employees are when they leave our premises. If I hear good things about the way you work with the client, then you’ll be put into a different position. Until then, you and West will be having the same details each time.”

He nodded and faced the door again.

“Kylo,” I called, and I wasn’t sure why I did it. When he looked over his shoulder, I added, “You understand my choice?”

“Yes, boss.”

“Good, then you can go.”

He did and the room quieted when he closed the door after himself. I knew outside that door people were working their asses off by either taking clients to their rooms or off getting ready for one. The other co-owners had wanted their office far away from the action, which was why they picked the top floor, but I wanted mine right in the mix of things. It was soundproof when the door was closed, but as soon as it opened, I heard it all. I also liked not being far from the front entrance in case there was a problem. Yeah, we had other brothers who took care of the security details, but I was always willing to help out when things got difficult.

I picked up my phone and pressed in a contact. “Saint,” Torch answered.

“You’ve got Kylo tonight, and tell Death he’s on West. Both are dates only, but you never know what can happen.”

“Got it, but who the fuck is Kylo?”

I rolled my eyes. “The prospect.” Kylo didn’t have a club name until he graduated to a full member. Until then, we only knew him as the prospect, like the other few wanting to be a part of the club.

“Which one?” he asked.

I sighed and heard Death say something in the background. Torch made a noise. “Right, the one who’s your brother’s friend.”

“Yeah, him.”

The one who sucked my dick like no one had before.

“What room is he in?” Torch asked.

“Room 405, and tell Death that West is in 203, but he won’t be there long. He’ll need to move his ass to get there.”

“On it. Recon later,” Torch said and then hung up.

“Fuck,” I clipped, after I dropped the phone to my desk. I scrubbed a hand over my face and slouched. I’d lied to West and Kylo. Out of the other men we’d hired, only one had experience. The other five hadn’t. However, since Kylo and West were my brother’s friends, I would hold them off as long as I could before moving them into the other position.

At least, that was what I was telling myself about Kylo anyway.

Chapter Three

Kylo

As I got dressed in a suit and tie, I tried to calm my jitters. At least things with Lucas were properly sorted; it would be good to have him back in my life since I didn’t need to dodge him anymore. Only that thought drifted from my mind because my nerves were taking control. I couldn’t help but think things would have been fine if I hadn’t seen Saint. I wouldn’t be a jumble of goddamn nerves and feel like I would vomit any second. But I was feeling anxious—not over the job I was about to do. I could woo a woman of any age—my skills were just that on point—but fucking hell, seeing Saint messed with me. There was no doubt he’d be on my mind for the night, and not my job.