Page 2 of Ravage (Dark Desires #1)

SPEAK OF THE DEVIL

IMOGEN

I watch the ambulance head down the driveway with a sinking feeling in my stomach.

First time I'm left in charge and one of the clients has a fucking heart attack? Just my luck.

"You okay?" I ask Kresta.

The blonde woman beside me nods, but I can tell she's rattled.

"I can't believe John had a heart attack. Wonder what he's going to tell his wife?" she muses.

"I doubt he'll be admitting it was during a blow job," Connell says with a smirk.

"No. Politicians tend to deny knowing about this place," I reply, shaking my head.

We turn and head back inside, and Connell pulls the door shut behind him. "I assume the rest of the clients didn't notice?"

I shake my head. "Daniella and Sabrina are still with the couples that came in, and Dante's client left just before the ambulance arrived. "

The older woman slid him a rather hefty tip after he gave her the night of her life, so at least I know that she left satisfied.

Unlike John, the politician.

"We'll have to arrange to get his car home," I say, and Connell nods.

"I'll get David onto it. Have you told Sebastian yet?"

I sigh. "His flight is due in any moment, so I've sent him a message to call me once he lands. I told Daniel, though. He told me not to worry, it's not the first time this has happened."

Didn't make me feel any better, but at least I know Daniel was cool about it. His brother, though? This place is Sebastian's baby, and I don't know how he's going to react to one of our most important clients keeling over mid blow job.

I head back to the office Sebastian and I share on the second floor. He has a private one connected to his room upstairs on the third floor, but when we're both working, we use this one instead.

I pour myself a whiskey before sitting back down at my desk, staring at the document I'd been working on before Connell had alerted me to the situation downstairs.

I seldom enter the basement level outside club and staff nights, so I knew it must have been serious for him to call me down there. Seeing the client on the floor, clutching his arm, was certainly not what I'd envisioned happening when my day started.

In the two years I've been working here, I've seen some interesting stuff, but it's the first time I've been around for a medical emergency, and I don't particularly care for it.

There's a knock at the door, and I tell them it's unlocked. Annika, one of the sex workers, ducks in, closing the door behind her. The curvy brunette is one of my closest friends, and I'm grateful now for her presence.

"Hey, I just heard about John." She's dressed in her usual black lingerie ensemble, but I know her next client isn't due to arrive for another hour.

"Yeah. Was a bit scary. "

"I'll say. Kresta was white as a ghost when she told me on her way upstairs. Does Sebastian know yet?"

I shake my head as my phone lights up on the desk. "Speak of the devil."

Our boss's name flashes on the screen, indicating an incoming phone call. I answer, putting him on speaker.

"Sebastian."

"Imogen. What happened?" Sebastian Deluca's commanding tone is hard to ignore, even through the phone.

I explain the details, and he sighs. I can just imagine him pinching the bridge of his nose, the closest he ever comes to showing his stress.

"Well, that's unfortunate. I'll be sure to check on him tomorrow. At least we don't have to worry about it getting out where this happened. His office will no doubt come up with some story. I trust you made sure the paramedics know that their discretion is appreciated?"

"Yeah. Turns out one of them used to work with Connell, so I've asked him to follow up with the guy tomorrow. Take him out for a drink and make sure he and his partner keep their mouths shut to the media."

Annika perks up at the mention of men in uniform being in the mansion, and I shake my head, suppressing a laugh. She's so predictable.

"Well, they'd be required to keep the details of their jobs private, anyway, but that's a good idea. Good call. I'll see you in about an hour, David has just pulled up."

"Okay. Can you tell David to check in with Connell when he arrives? We need to get John's car back to his house."

"Consider it done. Always one step ahead, Imogen. I knew I made the right choice in hiring you."

We hang up, and Annika leans forward. "So... were they hot?"

I feign ignorance as I turn back to my computer. "Who?"

"Don't be coy, woman. The paramedics. Were they hot? I am yet to see one that doesn't have a great arse in those pants they wear."

I shrug. "I was a little preoccupied with the almost dying client, so didn't particularly notice."

She smirks. "Liar. I can see it in your eyes. They were fucking hot, weren't they?"

I laugh. "Alright, yes, they were hot. Especially the one who knew Connell."

The tall blond guy had been downright gorgeous, with a body that clearly saw a lot of gym time, and just the right amount of scruff to make him look a little rugged and dangerous. The intricate arm sleeve tattoo on his right arm certainly added to the allure.

And those piercing blue eyes? Yeah... I'd definitely take him for a spin around the bedroom.

"Damn. Wish I hadn't been tied up with Dante now."

I raise an eyebrow. "Tied up, tied up? Or like, just fucking?"

She laughs. "He spent all his time getting the old lady off, so he needed some assistance. And seeing as Sebastian wasn't around..." She trails off, but I know exactly what she means.

Sebastian often helps the sex workers if they've been left... unsatisfied... by their clients. He is a very, very accommodating employer, after all, and will fuck anyone if they ask for it.

"I'm sure it was a real hardship for you," I say with a smirk.

"Oh yes. We all know how much I hate fucking, after all." She grins, shimmying her shoulders.

"Sure. It's such a difficulty for you."

Annika grins, getting to her feet. "I'll leave you to it. What time are you finishing tonight? Want to go get a drink after?"

I shake my head. "I've got a few more hours of work, and after the evening I've had, I should just go home afterwards."

She nods, then a slow smirk crosses her face. "Well, I'm sure Sebastian will help you with any leftover stress."

I shake my head. "Get out of here, brat."

She blows me a kiss and heads back out .

I try not to think too hard on her last comment. I doubt very much that Sebastian will be up for any extracurriculars tonight. He'll have a fair bit to deal with when he gets in, and it would feel morbid asking him to fuck me after seeing a man almost die.

But I can't deny that I could use a little stress relief.

When I started working at Dark Desires two years ago, Sebastian and I had entered into a mutually beneficial physical relationship.

When I'd first stepped through the doors, I'd had no idea what to expect.

Invited to attend one of the club nights by an old friend, I'd only been told on our way here that it was a sex club.

My interest was well and truly piqued, and it had been the wildest night of my life up until that moment.

Sebastian never usually interacted with the clients as a rule, but I guess something about me whispered to him.

He'd put my body through more than I'd ever thought possible that night, and I'd explored a side of my sexuality I'd only ever fantasised about when Annika, and later, Dante, joined us.

So when he'd offered me this job, I'd boldly suggested that he continue helping me explore, with no commitment on either of our parts.

It's a purely physical relationship, and though we are clearly attracted to one another, there's nothing more between us, outside of friendship. We've come to know each other pretty well, and I'd do anything for him.

I'm happy with our arrangement and can't imagine giving this life up for anything... or anyone.