Page 107 of Shadow

As they were walking, a man stepped out of the shadows, and Olivia stiffened. But then the man clapped Tyson on the shoulder.

“Gregory, what the hell are you doing skulking around my restaurant in the middle of the night?”

“I got here too late to be seated, so I decided to wait out here for you,” the man explained. “Who is this lovely woman?”

“This is Boomer’s girl, Olivia. You remember him, right?”

Gregory’s smile widened, and he leaned in to kiss her on the cheek. “Is Boomer with you?”

Olivia smiled. “Ripley had to step away in the middle of dinner. I’m meeting him back at our hotel.”

“Welcome to London. Which hotel are you at?”

Olivia smiled. “The Savoy.”

He winked. “Great choice. I’m sorry he isn’t here.”

Turning to Tyson he said, “Well, Vance, I see you have your hands full, so I’ll leave you to it. I was just here to see if you wanted to grab a drink since I’m in town. But I’ll be around for a few days, so I’ll come back another night.”

Gregory walked away, and Tyson shook his head. “He’s an old friend of ours. We did a few jobs together back in the day,” he said as they kept walking to the employee lot. There, he opened the door to a fancy sports car and motioned her inside before he slid behind the wheel—which was on the wrong side of the car—and pulled out of the parking lot.

They didn’t have to drive far before they reached what looked like an office building.

“This club is kept extremely quiet because it’s not exactly legal. So just keep that in mind when you leave.”

Olivia made a zipping motion across her lips. “I won’t say a word.”

Tyson smiled and came round to open her door.

“I’ve noticed your accent is American,” she said as they walked into the building, and he led her to an elevator where he swiped a card to get it to move.

He smiled. “Correct. I was born and raised in San Francisco. But I’ve cooked all over the world. I’m in London for probably the next year or two and then I’ll leave the restaurant in the capable hands of an executive chef and move on to my next endeavor. I’ve been invited to start something in Las Vegas, so I think that’s where I’m heading next.”

Olivia’s eyes lit up at the mention of her favorite vacation spot. “I’ll definitely come see you wherever you end up. But I do love Vegas.”

They rode to a lower level, not a higher one, and when the doors slid open, Olivia gasped. Exposure was a casual play space compared to the opulence of this one.

Everything was made of expensive materials, and even the light fixtures seemed to drip with expensive jewels.

“Holy shit,” she whispered as Tyson nudged her out of the car.

“Pretty impressive, huh? Try not to say shit, though. It’s not acceptable here.”

She thought that was a little odd but nodded as he continued. “This is one thing I’m going to have a hard time leaving when my time is up in the UK.”

They were approached by a woman in a sheer bra and panty set in a deep shade of purple. The lingerie was so sheer she might as well have been naked. Glancing around, she realized most of the people who were obviously submissives were dressed like this girl. If they weren’t, they were completely naked. And all of them were kneeling on the floor or in some sort of submissive position. It was a gorgeous thing to see.

“Master Vance, it’s a pleasure to have you again, Sir. How may we serve you and your guest tonight? Do they need an orientation?”

The girl curtsied as she spoke, and kept her eyes cast downward, never looking Tyson in the eye. Olivia suspected it was a high protocol thing. Something she wasn’t all that experienced with.

The chef-turned-Dom tucked a hand beneath the girl’s chin and lifted it so he could lean in and kiss her cheek. “Feminine pronouns are fine for my guest. You’re radiant tonight, Evelyn. I’m just keeping Olivia company until her Daddy gets here later. The two of them are our guests tonight and should be treated to the full Serendipity experience.”

“Yes, Sir,” the girl breathed, her gaze darting to Tyson’s then quickly back to the ground when he narrowed his eyes at her.

She turned and led them to the doorway of a small room off to the side of the main play space. Instead of entering, she dropped to her knees in the doorway and waited with her head bowed. Tyson stayed back, keeping a hand on Olivia’s arm.

“Who do you have here, Evelyn?” A woman asked as she stood from her desk wearing a black leather bodysuit.

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