Temptation - Leigh Lennon Page 0,14

to the side.

“Now that you have signed your contract, gotten clothes, and been shown your dressing room, do you have any questions?”

“Just two. First, when do I start?”

Fuck if I know. But I answer her, trying to show a little bit of kindness. “The restaurant manager will be in contact with you, but my guess is tomorrow.”

She nods. “And second, your lawyer, Mr. Teely, told me I’m not allowed in the club without you. If you travel, I can’t be here.”

“True, you’re under my protection, and I keep my word.” I try to stare in the chocolate of her eyes, but I’m distracted by her cleavage.

“How would I get paid?” she asks.

“That’s a good question. I’m not sure, but for now, I’ll be here for the next six months, traveling no more than four days at a time.” She had told me two questions, and this is what I’ve answered, so I move on. “Now that you’re dressed for the dungeon, would you like me to show you what it’s like? It’s open from ten a.m. to three a.m. We can go down there now since you’re dressed for it.”

“Am I allowed to say no? Do I have a choice, Sir?”

Her question is very telling. Someone has taken away her basic choices in life. She’s given me very little to go on, but with this little tidbit of information, I can sense some hesitation for submission. In my request, it’s one way I know that I can build toward dispelling her disbelief about submission. It’s not an overnight sensation. I have to be patient, something I seem to lack.

I lean forward, tipping her chin. “Yes, you do. I’ll take that as a no then.” I pull out my phone, send a text, and stand. “Every time you come to this club, you will wait for me in my office. For that reason, be sure to arrive two hours before your shift.” I stand, walking to the doorway. “And, Ms. Lipton, I’ve arranged for an Uber to take you back to Ms. Singletary’s apartment.”

“Um, I’ll wait for Kira,” she begins. I immediately am aware of her concern and hesitance.

I turn around quickly, trying to summon all common sense to that part of my body who wants to come out and play. “When I say you are under my protection, I mean it. I’ve paid for the Uber. If you find you need something, please come to me.” And I leave her alone with her thoughts and move quickly to my apartment I keep on this level. Fuck, I need to find someone to help me out and soon. Picking up my phone, I see who’s in the building. Ariel is here. She’ll do.

Chapter Seven

Eve

I’m on the front steps of this mansion/club waiting for the Uber driver Chadwick Westbrook demanded he’d arrange for me. The double doors of the club open, and I turn to see the sweet eyes of Non-Nina behind me. “Eve, Mr. Westbrook wanted me to give this to you and to tell you exactly, from him, ‘This is not up for negotiation. I take care of those I protect. Take this and get some decent clothes that fit and groceries for the week.’” She laughs, and then asks, “How did I do? Did I sound like him?”

She isn’t a dick, and for this reason, she could never sound like Chadwick Westbrook. I could imagine, knowing him for less than an hour, these words falling from his lips, but in his entitled everyone is going to do what I say sort of way. But I don’t mention this to her. She’d feel put in the middle since she’s clearly a sub, too.

When I look in the envelope, not only do I find a thousand dollars, but there’s a note, too.

Evelyn:

Here’s my number below. Program it in your phone immediately. I expect a return text right away with your number. You need anything, I’m a phone call away.

CW

He’s not anywhere near me, and he’s still fucking demanding.

I’m back in my apartment, or should I say Kira’s. But hell, it’s not hers either. My fucking father is the reason I’m up the creek without a fucking paddle. If it weren’t for him, I’d at least still have a roof over my head.

The thirty-minute car ride back to the apartment had been long. And it leaves me thinking how the fuck will I get out to the mansion of kinkiness every day. I’ll have to search the L and a fuck ton