Page 79 of Pandora's Pleasure
“Damien?”
“As soon as the optics look favorable.” Saying it caused my chest to tighten.
I wasn’t done with her. There were more scenarios to play out with Pandora, more time needed to explore her secret fetishes—and mine. I had to admit that just being with her at times was enough.
“Her parents threatened to send her back to Switzerland if her dad is locked out of the Cabinet.”
“What the fuck?” I glanced up and down the hallway to make sure no one could overhear.
Theo rested his palm on my shoulder. “Give a woman that experience—” He pointed back into the room— “and she’s going to be hard to get rid of.”
“She asked me to expose her to more intensive play.”
“Maybe it’s time to do the deed.”
I gave him a pointed look.No, I don’t think I will, Theo.
He fished his phone out of his pocket and stared at the screen. “Shit. You’ve been summoned.”
“By who?”
“Apparently you’re not answering your phone.”
I rolled my eyes in annoyance. “Let me take Pandora home first.”
“Make it her parents’ place.” He tapped his phone’s screen. “I’m getting a car for her right now. It’ll be here in fifteen.”
“Stop trying to manage me. I’m not a campaign.”
“Did you tell the construction crew on the Fairfield project to keep going?”
“Might have.”
He squeezed his eyes closed in frustration. “I’ll handle it, okay? Go home. I’ll take the call and face your dad’s wrath.”
“I’ll call him in the morning.”
Tonight, I’d been able to forget all that chaos.
I trusted Theo. He was more of a brother to me than Carter. He’d never held it against me that I was a Godman and carried the weight of privilege. Instead of breaking him, life had carved out a gentleman—though it had bestowed upon him a need to indulge in the forbidden. Tonight he’d proven again he was equal to me in all things debauched.
Theo headed off down the hallway, adjusting his pants to disguise that enduring erection. I pushed the door open and headed back into the suite.
Damn it.
Pandora stood a few feet away in the center of the room. Her dress had been rearranged back to decent—and the blindfold dangled from her right hand.
How much had she heard?’
“He’s gone,” I told her. “Let’s enjoy the room.”
“It was Theo?”
I shouldn’t have left the door ajar. “Yes.” I watched her expression. “How do you feel about the fact it was him?”
“He’s certainly good at certain things.”
“Theo’s a brilliant man. I’m lucky to call him a friend.”
