Page 6 of Enthrall Secrets
Chapter 2
CAMERON’S EXPRESSION HADN’T wavered and that familiar “calm in a storm” attitude I always drew strength from remained a constant as he strolled toward me through the foyer.
I’d paced beneath the low-hanging crystal chandelier, trying to stifle my panic and wondering who was going to make it here first: the LAPD or the Director.
Luckily for us it was Cole.
Within half an hour of my phone call, Cameron had walked through the front door of Chrysalis with the command he was known for, without any cruel accusations of blame - just a hug for reassurance.
Those who underestimated this thirty-three year old stunner of a man were fools. Cole’s black short, mussed hair and perfectly chiseled features enhanced his ability to enforce supreme domination. The tailored suit that rounded out his tall, well-defined frame, along with his highly professional demeanor, proved he was a powerhouse of control.
I’d helped Cameron evolve Chrysalis into our sacred sanctuary, and it was not lost on me that I could be responsible for its downfall.
He led me into an alcove for privacy. “Where is he?”
“Your office.”
He ran a hand through his hair. “Not alone, right?”
“Dominic’s with him.”
“The staff?”
“All left. Except for Pilar.” I glanced back at the front door. “What are we going to do? The police are going to arrive any second.”
Cameron held my shoulders. “I’m here now.”
I leaned against his chest again and closed my eyes as he wrapped his arms around me. Ethan’s threat had rendered me too distraught to think straight.
That asshole was about to meet his match.
Cameron Cole ruled this empire with an ironclad fist right alongside his best friend, Richard Booth, both of whom were not only masterful dominants in their own right but also brilliant men. Cameron was also the Director of a Beverly Hills psychiatric practice - and if that wasn’t impressive enough, his father was a world-renowned tea baron. Cole’s fortune made Richard’s wealth look tame. Richard was the Assistant Director and ran Enthrall, our smaller club in Pacific Palisades. He’d say he dabbled in stockbroking but in truth he’d turned all of the employees’ savings into impressive profits. He gave his time and expertise freely.
Whereas Richard’s father had gone down in history as a villain of Wall Street, Richard had proven you really can make a shitload of money by being honest.
Though I’d soon be losing my condo when I had to pay for the legal team I was going to need.
Walking through hell was inevitable.
“How did Neilson book a session with you?” Cameron’s voice was calmer than I deserved.
“He was screened at Enthrall.”
“Who by?”
“Sandra Reynolds. H.R.”
“We can stop the hemorrhage at least.”
“You’ll fire her?”
“Afraid so.”
“Ethan’s going to close us down.”
“Well, we’ve had a good run.”
Nausea rose in my throat and I turned on my heel and made my way down the hallway.
