Page 141 of Pandora's Pleasure
He turned his back on the crowd. “Clearly you haven’t had enough.”
He lifted his mask a little and raised the sherry glass, drinking the liquor.
I smirked at his retort. “Where did the submissive go?”
“To freshen up, I imagine.” Damien chuckled as he lowered his mask. “She’ll be back. This is her fantasy, after all.”
“Hers?”
“This room was orchestrated to fit her reverie. This is her fantasy come to life.”
I felt relieved to know she was the mistress of this setting.
Oh, my God.
There had been a pinky ring on her left hand—a ruby.
I suddenly remembered where I’d seen the woman before. The shock of this realization stunned me into silence.
The only place in Vanguard I was allowed to visit alone was a female spa. It was empty, except forher…the girl with the ruby ring. Curious, I’d followed the mystery submissive to see what I could discover.
When she’d removed her mask, I was sure she was the woman I’d seen at the 118 News Club with Salvatore Galante.
There was no way I could remove my mask—even if she asked me to.
She stepped out of the communal showers having washed off all the evidence of what she’d done in that room. Grabbing a towel, she dried herself off in front of a locker.
I approached her. “Hey.”
She looked at me intently, as though trying to work out my identity. “Hi.”
“Are we alone?”
Her brows drew together. “I think so.”
“That was amazing…what you just did.”
“It felt amazing.”
“You’re so brave.”
She glanced at my diamond key necklace and her expression turned inquisitive. Clearly someone who wore this pendant should be used to that kind of erotic play.
“Do you have a second?” I whispered.
She glanced at me suspiciously. “I’ve not met you before, right?”
I felt a wave of relief that she didn’t recognize me.
She gestured to a small alcove. “In here.”
Still naked, she wrapped the delicate chains back around her body. “I’m Phoebe,” she said. “I have to go soon.”
“I’m…”
“That’s okay. I’ll call you O.”
That made me smile.
