Page 53 of Vienna Betrayal

Chapter 10

Alexander waited for her just outside the subs’ dressing room. He’d changed from his leathers and t-shirt into his gray slacks and button up shirt. Before changing, he’d detoured into the main dungeon to get his kit and her discarded dress.

The dress was tucked into a pocket in his kit. He had no intention of giving it back—instead he’d wrap it around his cock and use it to jerk off while remembering their time together.

And when he was done, he’d think about how it had felt to hold her, to rest his head against her while she’d petted him.

The door opened, and Alexander straightened.

Alena stepped out, and for the first time he saw her in street clothes.

She wore slim black slacks that stopped at the ankle. Her shoes were black flats with a red toe, while her blouse was a creamy white with long sleeves and a tie at the neck.

His fingers curled into his palms and he repressed the urge to reach out and tug on the dangling tails, undoing the bow and opening her shirt to expose her lovely neck.

“Alexander.” She smiled regally, a large Birkin bag hooked in the crook of her elbow.

“Alena. May I?” He gestured to her bag.

“I’ve got the bag, but I’ll take your arm.” Alexander cocked his arm, and she slid her left hand around his right elbow.

They walked down the hall and paused at the door to the dungeon. She’d suggested they get a drink, which meant going into the ballroom, as that was where the bar for this event was.

They both hesitated, and Alena glanced at him, brows raised, lips twisted in distaste.

He didn’t want to go back in there either.

“It’s nearly five a.m. Perhaps we should have breakfast instead.” The words were out before he could think about them. It wasn’t exactly forbidden for members to socialize outside of the club, but it was discouraged.

Alena smiled, clearly relieved. “Breakfast is perfect. I forgot you’re a local, well, at least you’re from this country. Do you know the city well enough to choose a place? I can do a quick search if not.”

“I know the city. I live in Wien.”

“Where’s that?”

“My apologies. Wien is Vienna. It’s the German name.”

Alena clicked her tongue. “Of course, I knew that. I’ll admit my brain is tired after everything you put me through.”

She narrowed her eyes in mock anger, and Alexander laughed.

Had he ever laughed with a sub before? No, usually they were either blissed out or semi-horrified once the arousal wore off.

Together they walked to the elevator, passing a few couples and triads still in their club attire headed for aftercare rooms.

Alexander pushed the button for the elevator, then turned to look at Alena. “Are you staying in this hotel?” The hotel was technically closed, which was why they were able to use it, but the host had made rooms available to members.

“I was. I had my bags picked up last night before coming up to the club. I’m headed to Iceland this morning for business, and didn’t want to have to worry about my suitcase.”

“You’re flying to Iceland today?”

“My flight is at ten.” She checked her slim watch. “Given that it’s now just after five a.m., I have plenty of time for breakfast. And at least two cups of strong tea.”

The elevator doors opened and they stepped in. Alexander set his kit down and tugged his phone out of his pocket, looking for the article he’d seen.

“Are any restaurants going to be open this early?” Alena mused.

He tapped the screen, opening the article. “I don’t think you’re going to Iceland today.”

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