Highest Bidder Collection - Lauren Landish Page 0,30

open in shock, my heart pounding in my chest. I don’t know why it matters that Carla doesn’t know Lucian, but I’m really fucking nervous. Going into the contract, I knew I’d be handing myself over to a total stranger, but I would’ve been more comforted by the fact if it were someone Carla knew and could vouch for.

“What?” I ask incredulously. “I thought you knew a lot of these men’s identities.” Maybe I feel anxious because I don’t know what to expect from Lucian. He has an air of mystery about him that seems... intoxicating, but dangerous at the same time. Carla knowing something about him, anything, would help me feel more at ease.

She shakes her head. “I never said that, Dah. I just said that I know who some of them are. But I’m sorry if you got the wrong idea. I wish I could tell you more about this guy, but I can’t.” She pauses, lost in thought, and then shakes her head. “I wouldn’t worry too much. This guy sounds like he really wanted you. It’s been awhile since a chick commanded that kind of price.” She scowls. “I’m jealous.”

Before I can reply, Debra struts into the room holding a stack of papers in her hand. Once again, I’m reminded of how Debra resembles Madam Lynn--not in looks, but personality. She looks gorgeous today in black spiked stilettos, tight white pants and a silk black top that showcases her impressive chest. Her hair is done up into an effortless updo with wisps of hair framing her mature face and her makeup is vibrant, taking a few years off. But the most alluring thing she's wearing, as always, is her confidence.

“Good morning, ladies,” she greets us with a smile, walking over to a table on the side of the room and placing the papers on it.

“Good morning,” we both reply in near unison.

Debra turns to face us and chuckles, shaking her head. “Ah. You girls are so cute! It makes me sad that I’ve brought more work to put on your plate.”

Cute? If you only knew the depravity we’re involved in.

I hold in a groan and hope it’s not something too involved. I can barely keep my eyes open.

“What’s that?” Carla asks curiously.

Debra points at the pile of papers. “I need you two to match the models in those folders with their respective gowns for my upcoming show.”

“That should be easy,” Carla says easily, and I hear the relief in her voice. “We’ll get that done for you no problem, boss.”

“Speak for yourself,” I mutter under my breath, low enough that Debra doesn’t hear. Carla grins at me. She knows I’ve barely gotten any sleep, but she’s cheery anyway. Probably from the hard fuck she got from Bruce last night. My cheeks heat at the memory of Club X once again. I can’t stop thinking about last night.

Debra shoots her a thumbs up. “That’s the spirit. I knew I could count on you two.” She starts to leave the room, but pauses in the doorway to add, “Oh, and by the way, I also need you two to come up with theme ideas for the after party. Usually Kevin comes through for me, but he’s down with a nasty cold and I don’t know if I can depend on him.“ She pauses to look between us both. “Can I count on you two girls?”

Carla nods and says, “Yes,” but at the same time, I say respectfully, “Yes, Madam Lynn.”

Debra must not have heard me, because with a flash of a grin, she’s gone.

Carla turns to me, her expression shocked. “You did not just call her Madam Lynn!”

Placing a hand over my mouth, I let out a deep yawn that I can’t control. “Sorry. I’m really tired.” The cups of coffee I’ve drunk this morning have done little to wake me up, but something tells me that when six fifteen gets here I’ll be wide fucking awake.

“Their mannerisms do favor each other though,” Carla says thoughtfully, walking over and grabbing a stack of Debra’s papers. “But you need to be careful that you don’t slip up like that in the future. Madam Lynn’s name is an open secret and who knows what clientele she has... even in this building.”

It takes a moment for the implications of what Carla is saying to hit me. “Debra?” I ask incredulously, my jaw dropping open, “a Submissive?” Never in a million years would I think Debra would have a submissive bone in