Page 255 of Enthrall Shadows
He laughed, too, finding it equally funny.
“Read the fucking thing, Lotte.” He pushed off the barstool. “We need a dominatrix who proceeds with caution.”
“Why me?”
“Why you?” He smiled. “You’re the best thing about Chrysalis. You’re kind and patient. You’ll be respected and adored. You even attracted the attention of America’s most sought-after bachelor for a while there. Proving once again, men are idiots. You’ll be a fucking queen in our world. We kings at Pendulum will bow at your feet.”
“You’re high,” I said. “No more cocaine.”
“I don’t do drugs.” He lifted his shoulder in a casual shrug. “Unless of course,youare the drug.”
“I’m not having sex with you.”
“It’s hard to resist the irresistible.” He stepped back, hearing the doorbell. “That’s them. Make me proud.”
He went to greet his guests at the door.
Picking up the pen again, I ran the tip along a corner of the contract to get it to work. Again, no ink came out. I threw it down in frustration.
A sign from the universe?
This time, I’d take control of my own fate.
I slipped off the barstool and started opening drawers, searching for another pen.
“Here she is,” said Atticus standing in the kitchen doorway, suave in a business suit. “And caught red-handed pilfering, by the look of things.”
“Funny,” I said. “I need a pen.”
Greyson Grantchester appeared with de Sade beside him.
“Do you have one?” I asked, holding my hand out to Atticus.
He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his pen, offering it to me. This brilliant surgeon was kinky as fuck and predictably organized.
The last time I’d seen Atticus was inside the Highgrove Suite where Henry and I had observed him with his submissive, Olivia.
I accepted the fancy fountain pen. “Thank you.”
“I want it back.”
“Of course, darling.”
“Atticus,” said de Sade, “bring the champagne. Grantchester, carry the crystal flutes. We’re going down to the pool.”
We all gathered the customary items of celebration and moved to the lower-level, me carrying the contract. The view of the city was spectacular.
We set everything on the poolside tables.
“Entertain me while I’m reading.” I waved the contract. “All of you strip naked and swim so I can enjoy the show.”
“I’m not a fucking stripper,” snapped Atticus.
“You are for me.” I ambled toward him. “Once I’ve signed this, you will obey.”
He towered over me. “You haven’t signed it yet.”
Stepping forward, I cupped his balls. “These belong to me now.”
