Temptation - Leigh Lennon Page 0,29
at times. When emotions that only Eve stirs up inside me hit me so strong, I waver from wanting to do something sweet for her to being a complete asshole. This is the only way I know. But her behavior is just as hot and cold, too.
In the contract, it says she has to accompany me three times a week to the dungeon, but she agrees to it almost every night. On the night I hadn’t asked her, when I checked on her after my time down there by myself, she’d been pouting like a four-year-old.
I hadn’t touched the subject with her. And somewhere in this whole clusterfuck, I’ve discovered some interesting facts about Ms. Evelyn Lipton. She’s a hard worker. The restaurant manager tells me she’s one of the best waitresses, earning herself a lot in tips. This makes me happy. I’ve never accepted a freeloader, and her work ethic is important.
She’s funny. Her one-line banter makes me smile. And I have to say, she dials it back as to not go over the line. And I enjoy her interactions with others as they laugh and smile around my kitten.
She’s infectious. Both men and women alike watch every move she makes. Her fucking curves and ample tits only add to the spell she casts around them. Out of character for me, the little green monster has come out to play. Jared has had to talk me out of revoking many memberships merely from other Doms staring at my kitten.
I’m thinking of Eve when Nina interrupts me. “Sir.” I must have missed the knock on the door. “I’m sorry, but I have Cord Jackson from LA. He says it’s an emergency.”
My lawyer, Greer; my LA manager, Cord; my Seattle manager, Maddox; the twins, Gio and Anton who oversee my business at my clubs in New York and London; and Jared have been my closest friends as we grew up together. I’d been the lonely rich boy with no friends, and Cord, Jared, Maddox, Greer, Anton, and Gio were the servants’ kids who lived on the estate with their parents. My mother was appalled I’d become friends with riffraff, as she called them, but fuck, if they weren’t a lifeline to my lonely existence. I don’t think I could have survived without them.
“Hey, fucker,” I say, picking up the phone. I’d die for these men, and fucker has always been my term of endearment.
“Chad, shit. I have the cops here.”
My relaxed position in my chair is no more, and I lean forward, picking up the handset and taking it off the speaker. “Don’t say a fucking word.” My other hand is texting Jared now, telling him to contact our lawyer, Greer. “Not a word, I’m sure they’re listening. Text me everything. I’ll be on the next flight to LA.”
As I wait for Cord’s text, I buzz Nina. “Get me a flight to LA. If I fly commercial, buy out all of first class. I don’t care if they have to move them—use my contact at the airlines. And call Ms. Lipton. Tell her to be ready in twenty minutes to go to the airport.” And because I’m in a fucking pissed off mood, I add one more arrangement for Nina to attend to. Eve knows I’m an asshole— and there’s no reason for her to have allusions I’m not.
Chapter Thirteen
Eve
Twenty minutes, really? I’ve barely crawled out of bed when Nina calls me with the asshole’s demands. Within minutes, Taya and Non-Nina are at my apartment. I’ve not been able to look at Taya the same way since the night I found out she was a dominatrix. This will have to wait because the demanding Chadwick wants me ready in twenty. “Get in the shower and make it quick,” Taya mandates, and I hear that little bit of a Domme coming out in her. “I’ll pack for you.” She comes with a new luggage set and several outfits I’ve never seen.
“Nina, please get her toiletries together. Her purse is by the door. Make sure her license is in there since they’re flying commercial. Though they won’t be going through regular security.” Why does this not surprise me? I think to myself as they are outside my bathroom. I soap up my loofah and start to wash all my private areas as Taya’s head pops into the shower. “Fuck, I wish I had your tits.” I find modesty is out of the window with this crew, and as she’s watching me intently, she