Temptation - Leigh Lennon Page 0,5
his suit. He’s not in a hurry to leave my office, but this jackass is not scared of me, unlike most everyone else. “There’s something I forgot to tell you about Miss Evelyn Lipton.” His smug voice has me wanting to bitch slap the smile off his face.
“Make it good and then get the fuck out of my office.”
“I’ve seen her, and I’ve met her. I’m under the impression she’d make one hell of a sub.” He stops, and I wonder why in the world I’d care. But then he continues. “A great fucking submissive—for you.”
Chapter Three
Eve
Windows! So many windows line this apartment. Not only is the natural light beautiful against the whiteness of the penthouse, but I can also look out to Lake Michigan for miles. And big—or huge—is not even the way I would describe this place. The younger doorman from downstairs disappears, and my mouth is left to gape, unaware of what I should say or even ask.
“Jason is taking your bags to the back guest room. It’s on the other side of the house, away from the master bedroom, so you’ll have privacy.” Kira’s eyes are warm, inviting, and kind. I’d be homeless without her.
My own room? I never expected this, but in my wildest imagination, I hadn’t thought she’d live in this castle either. “Um, Kira, this isn’t what I was expecting.” I wave my arms around the open living space as if she’d never seen her own home.
A nervous giggle escapes her lips. “Yeah, I just moved here a couple of weeks ago. When I offered you my couch, I was in a different place in my life. But now, I can give you your own room.”
I have so many questions, but inquiring about her financial situation is none of my business. It may be disrespectful to ask, but hell, I want to know. In my mind, I’m trying to form a very broad question, one which will allow her to share at her discretion, but before I can think of the best way to do this, a ring tone, Beyoncé’s “Crazy in Love,” blares through her mobile. She almost dives for it. Popping up her index finger, she whispers, “Gotta take this, Eve. Be right back.”
Scurrying off in the opposite direction of the living room, I hear her answer, “Yes, Sir.” It’s an odd greeting, even if she knows the person on the other end. But even in Kira’s whisper, her voice carries. “Oh, really, Sir?” There’s a long pause, and I know I shouldn’t strain my ears to listen, but it’s human nature. “Yes, Sir. It’s what I thought, too.” Another pause then her voice almost sounds sultry. “I can’t wait either, Sir.” She giggles, and I know I should walk away, but this makes me more intrigued. “It may be a hard sell, but in the long run, I think she will, once she understands.” She? Who is she? Certainly, Kira’s not talking about me. I’m on my way to find the part I’ll call my own space of this massive penthouse when her words stop me again. “Now? Well, yes, Sir. Whatever you say. See you soon. And, yes, I’d love to. Oh, and by the way, I shaved as you like.”
What the fuck? What could she mean? But I have no time to dwell on this when I hurry to find my way to the living room. Lounging on her couch as if I’ve been here the whole time, I pop my head up to see she’s moving and is on a mission. With a purse in one hand and a dress and heels in her other hand, she almost bulldozes over me. “Hey, we are about the same size.” I look at her and wonder if she needs glasses. Sure, we’re both rather short, but where Kira is built, her curves are not as curvy as mine.
“Kira, in what universe are we the same size?” I ask.
She shoves the dress and heels at me as her gaze rakes over my ample hips. “Well, we’ll just have to make it work, Eve. The person on the phone was the man who hired you at the club. His boss is setting up a meeting today with you.”
“Now?” I look at my watch. “Surely, can’t you just ask Jared if we can meet tomorrow?” I think that’s the name of the man who hired me. “I’m not even moved in. Can he give me a day?”
A loud chuckle flees from Kira’s