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But me? I've got nothing to lose.

Cam

I'm in. Just me, though. Not Christian's scene.

Connell

No worries. A car will pick you up at nine. Best to wear a suit.

I pocket my phone again and try to push the thought of entering the club as a client out of my mind. I'm not paying a cent, so it's not like I'll be paying for sex...

It's gonna be a hell of a week, and plenty of time to talk myself out of it.

4

ONE DOWN, THREE MORE TO GO

IMOGEN

"All set for Friday evening?"Sebastian asks as he walks into the office on Monday evening.

Because of the nature of the business, we keep odd hours. Sometimes I start as early as five a.m., while other days, like today, I start in the afternoon.

Sebastian, as the owner, comes and goes as he pleases.

"Yes. All guests are confirmed, and the drivers have been arranged. And all staff have asked to be included."

The club nights are optional for staff to attend, but when they choose to, they are paid well for it. They choose who they spend time with, though, same as always. Sebastian doesn't push clients on anyone. If there's a client who makes any of the sex workers uncomfortable, they simply aren't allowed to return.

"Excellent. Has Connell confirmed that Mr Collins will be attending?"

I look up, scanning his face. "I just said all the guests are confirmed, didn't I?"

He smirks. "In a bit of a mood,are we, Immy?"

I bristle, arching an eyebrow. He knows I hate being called that.

"Just not sure why you're asking me something I literally just told you."

He leans against his desk, crossing his arms as he runs his eyes over me. "It's been a few days, hasn't it?"

I grimace, glancing back at my computer. "Five."

He walks around to stand behind me, placing his hands on my shoulders and kneading my tense muscles. "I'm sorry I've been so caught up."

I lean back into his touch. "It's fine. You've had a lot going on."

"Yes. Making sure John's secret was protected was indeed exhausting. But I'm here now." He slides one hand down, slipping below the low neckline of my dress, before cupping my breast and squeezing. I sigh, closing my eyes while he runs his finger over my nipple. He brings his lips to my ear. "Would you like me to make it feel better, Miss Delphine?"

He has me well trained to associate that name with sex, and a shiver of anticipation runs through me. Sebastian is a dominant partner, and part of our arrangement is that, regardless of who initiates our sessions, he is in charge.

It had taken some time for me to fully submit, my base instincts driving me to control my own pleasure, but I soon learned that he had the ability to make my body sing in ways I could never imagine.

"Yes, please, sir."

He continues playing with my breast, slow and deliberate. As much as I want him to move faster, if I show signs of impatience, he will take even longer.

"I see you went with one of your easy access outfits today? Were you hoping we'd play together?" He slides the front zip of my top down slowly, exposing my red lace bra beneath it.