Page 19 of Enthrall Secrets
Chapter 6
France
I SLAMMED THE phone into its cradle and snatched up my backpack, running off toward the shiny black Rolls.
I knew it was wrong to be rude to Cameron, especially after all he’d done for me, but he wasn’t going to change my mind. Giving him the chance to talk me out of this wasn’t an option.
The gray-haired chauffeur had a handsome face and a smart hat. He walked to the rear passenger door of the Rolls and rested his hand on the latch.
“Hello, sir,” I said, shifting the weight of my bag. “I’m Scarlet Winters.”
“I know.”
“How?”
“I have your photo.”
His hand hadn’t moved from the passenger door.
“Shall I get in?”
“I’m waiting.”
Did I need a password? I hadn’t been provided with any.
He tipped his hat and took my bag. “Remove your clothes.”
No, he didn’t just ask that of me.
I was tired and hearing things and this was all so new. I glanced back at the many travelers arriving and leaving and then turned to face the chauffeur again, trying to read his expression to see if he was serious.
Self-doubt tightened my chest as I mulled over the possibility that his request was some kind of test - a proof of loyalty like no other.
I’d flown all these miles and earned Cameron’s displeasure for it. Still, when I returned to his club as a dominatrix I’d be the toast of D'envoûtement.
I stared at the limo’s blacked-out windows, wondering who was waiting inside.
“Listen to me, Scarlet. We’re talking about a level you don’t even know exists. If you think your fantasies are dark, wait ’til you hear theirs.”
Exultation rushed through me at the thought that I’d finally been given the chance to shine alongside the finest submissives. De Sade had seen my potential and promised me a referral to the highest office in Europe. Letting him down wasn’t an option.
Fuck it.
I pulled off my sweater and then unzipped my jeans, sliding them down over my hips, removing them. I kicked off my pumps. The ground sent a jolt of ice into my soles. Gritting my teeth, I slipped off my lacey underwear, feeling the eyes of the driver on me the entire time. I hugged my clothes against my chest.
Standing completely naked, I willed him to open the door before I broke some dreadful law. I knew the French were open-minded but this was insanity.
I refused to glance back and face the people who might be staring at me.
The chauffeur gave me a nod of approval and opened the limo’s door.
I lowered my head and scurried inside.
My breath caught in my throat when I saw the beautiful young man sitting at the far end of the leather seat. He looked to be in his late twenties. His hazel eyes held mine and I was caught off guard by his striking features. A refined nose and high cheekbones made him look like he came from aristocracy. He closed his newspaper and placed it next to him on the seat.
I was sure this was Monsieur Danton Belfort, the man De Sade had told me about. I’d been warned about his strict rules and controlling nature. His discipline was legendary.
A wave of giddiness hit me. He was here to greet me and I knew what an honor this was. The pressure I felt to please him was greater than I’d expected. Still hugging my clothes to my chest, I used them as a shield to cover my body, too shy to show off my nakedness to him just yet.
