Shit, I just had to switch my mind off and stop thinking about him.

About his dick.

About how he tasted, felt, and sounded when I took him in my mouth.

Fuck.

Yeah, not thinking about him wasn’t working too well. It hadn’t been ever since it happened. I’d lost count of the times I’d jacked off to the memory, and of course, my mind added some other images to the pictures playing in my head.

But I couldn’t think of it now. I was already hard, and I needed my dick to go down, or the client could get a different message. It was weird that I wasn’t nervous about meeting this woman. Yet, I’d been close to having a heart attack when I’d knocked on Saint’s office door.

Shaking my head, I grabbed the keys from the bedside table and pocketed them along with the one to the room. I took the jacket from the bed and hooked it over my arm as I made my way to the door. Opening it, I jumped and yelled, “Fuck!” when I saw Torch standing on the other side.

He smirked and lifted his chin in greeting along with “Hey.”

“What’s up?” I asked.

His hand shot out. “Clip this to your suit. It’s an alarm. Hit it if something happens and I’ll be in to help get you out.”

When I didn’t take it, he looked up. “What?”

“Seriously?” I had no clue this was how the club worked, and I didn’t understand why. “Employees actually need this and the security?”

“Fuck yeah.” He reached out and clipped the little pin to the suit. He then turned and started down the hall. He glanced back and said, “Get movin’, prospect, and I’ll explain things on the way down to the car.”

I did, quickly shutting and locking the door behind me. It looked like the room was meant to be mine since the key had been in it when I arrived, so I pocketed it now and raced after Torch.

“We learned early on that the security for Polished had to be top. We got taught that after a bad fuckin’ mistake where a woman of ours was assaulted. The guy who’d done it paid. Now we make sure it never happens again. The girls have alarms in their rooms and when they’re out of the club, they take alarms that’ll ring to the guard appointed to them for the night. I’m it for you tonight. It might be a harmless date with an older woman, but we can never be sure, so it’s better to be safe than fuckin’ sorry. Get me?”

“Totally.”

“Good. I’ll be in my own vehicle and I’ll follow you to pick her up, then to the restaurant. I don’t leave your side until you’re back here and done for the night. You do not fuckin’ mess around with the rules, because one day, it could cost you. More importantly, it could cost the club, and we won’t take a hit over an employee being fuckin’ stupid.”