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I kept asking myself the same question while my body came down from the high of the orgasm that I just experienced. My body was heavy and satisfied. My pussy was super sensitive and still pulsing from the sting of the flogger right before being licked and sucked until I was dizzy with pleasure.

Oh fuck I came so hard and it washim. No matter how many ways I tried to twist this scenario in my mind, I always ended with the same reality. I knew exactly who I had just spent the past hour with.

I didn't completely relax until he was gone, and now that I was alone, I was a damn mess. My hands were shaky as hell while I slipped on my dress and I was barely able to work the zipper. I was so damn annoyed with myself because prior to this man touching me I planned on powering through the introduction unaffected and marching right up to Giselle's office to tell her I changed my mind.

Since I showed up and followed through, I was keeping my word to Tezni. I also wanted to prove to myself that I wasn't the type of person who could enjoy something like this because what type of person enjoyed being completely open and vulnerablewith a stranger whose sole purpose was to push your limits and provide you with the most amazing orgasms of your life.

Apparently you, bitch. You're the poster child for that kind of person.

I cringed at the thought as I shakily slipped my feet back into my heels and headed to the door. I inhaled, straightened my posture, then exited the room with my head held high, which was insane because this wasn't a walk of shame. I was at a club where disappearing into rooms with strangers to screw your brains out was the main goal for everyone who walked into Erogenous.

Regardless, I was grateful the suite I spent time in was located in a private area with its own elevators and entrance. I would be able to go straight to Giselle's office and leave without curious glances or stares from any other club members.

When I made it to the elevator, I pressed the button and thankfully didn't have to wait for the car. The doors opened immediately and I keyed the code provided for me to gain access to the floor where Giselle's office was located. I was equally grateful that when I stepped off the elevator the pathway to her office was void of any lingering bodies.

I stopped outside of her office and pulled myself together before knocking and waiting. After a lengthy pause that had me antsy, the door opened and Giselle's beautiful face came into view.

"Scotlyn, come in." She offered a bright smile and stepped back, allowing me entry before closing us in her office. "Have a seat."

She motioned to the small lounge area. Even though I hadn't planned on staying long, I accepted the offer and crossed the room to settle into one of the leather chairs. She filled the one next to mine.

"Can I get you anything?"

"No, I won't be long, thank you."

She nodded and crossed one leg over the other, propping one arm up on the side of the chair and dropping her chin on a balled fist before she began. "Well, you didn't make a mad dash to run out of here, so I assume things went well."

"Does that happen?"

"More than you could imagine. This place is an acquired taste."

"I guess that makes me feel a little better."

She grinned. "I'm assuming you're here to finalize the contract?"

Nope, not at all. I'm here to bail…

"I'm here to see if you could possibly give me some answers."

"About?"

About whether or not I had just made the biggest mistake of my career. One that would totally demean the independence I was trying to assert from my family. What I just experienced was overwhelming and intense, but surprisingly enough, the freedom I found in surrendering and the way my body responded to him was scary. I loved every minute of it but I was also panicked. Not because I enjoyed being in the room, but because of what my gut was telling me about who I was in that room with.

I couldn't single out the exact detail, but then again there were multiple things that pointed right to who he was. The smoothness of his voice which had my pussy leaking before he even touched me. The arrogance and ego that radiated from him. The commanding way he handled me and that damn cologne…

Everything about Sir screamed Christian Devereaux. The waterfront property was my baby and already too damn complicated. How the hell could I negotiate a multi-million dollar project with someone who was now an expert on how to make me completely surrender control?

I shifted and cleared my throat. "About Sir."

How could I look this man in the face and make demands when I didn't even know his name…

"Oh, was there an issue? Was he not attentive to your needs?"

"No, he was perfect."

Her eyes narrowed in concern. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. He was great."