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For once, that was disappointing.

Maybe she was onto something with the sugar daddy shit. If we extend this beyond events, I could have access to her whenever I want.

The more I mulled that over, the more the idea held merit.

I’d never had to pay for it. Unlike a good chunk of my colleagues, I didn’t celebrate a win by paying a stranger to strip as she pretended to be interested in me. I sure as shit didn’t take off to Vegas for a long weekend of gambling, blow, and a room at a brothel.

But the situation with Maddie was different than that. If Cohen was correct that she was looking for something more at Gilded, it shouldn’t be with some prick who would take advantage of her inexperience. I could give her some insight. Teach her. An intro class, of sorts. It would also give me more time with her.

And more control over her.

I was tempted to text her then to run the idea by her, but it was late, and she was likely sleeping.

If she agrees, then it won’t matter what time it is.

My spent cock twitched at just the thought.

I tucked it away before standing to go shower off the mess I made. I grabbed my discarded jacket on the way by, the smell of Maddie’s perfume still clinging to it. It reminded me of a coconut cookie, which was fitting considering how badly I wanted to devour her.

Even if I couldn’t.

I tightened my hold on the fabric, and something dug into my palm.

What the fuck?

Stopping at the bottom of the stairs, I dug in the breast pocket.

And pulled out my credit card.

The one I’d given Maddie.

I’d already been looking forward to talking to her about the changes to our arrangement. But at her blatant disobedience…

I couldn’t fucking wait.

Maddie

“Wake up.”

“Meehhhh…” I groaned as I attempted to roll over. My path was thwarted by another body.

Since I distinctly remembered going to bed alone—unfortunately—it was a confusing turn of events. A mystery I would solve later.

Like when the sun was up.

“You’re in the wrong bed, Goldilocks.”

“Wrong friend, my hair is brown.” She flicked my ear. “Up.”

I reached out to swat her but ended up just palming her face. “Snooze.”

The blanket was ripped off my body. Worse still, the heavy shades were moved to let in natural light. Way too much of it.

“How do you know I wasn’t sleeping in the nude?” I muttered angrily as I curled into a ball.

“Because you don’t. The real concern was whether you were sleeping alone since word has it you didn’t spend the rest of the evening by yourself.”

Ah, if it’s not the consequences of my own actions.

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