Page 18 of Tempting Kat
“It's standard procedure for all our clients,” she says smoothly. “Mr. Gallo has been thoroughly vetted and has an impeccable reputation with me, but your safety is our priority.”
The bracelet feels cool against my skin, the tiny sapphire glinting in the low light. It's oddly comforting, knowing I have an escape hatch if things get weird.
“Any other questions before I leave you to prepare?”
“Mr. Gallo,” I repeat, testing the name. It sounds familiar somehow. “Why can't I see him?”
“That's part of the arrangement. The mystery enhances the experience.” Vivian pours two flutes of champagne, handing one to me. “For your nerves.”
I down it in one gulp, earning a raised eyebrow from Vivian before she checks her watch.
“He'll be here in ten minutes. Make yourself comfortable.” She gestures to the chaise. “Position yourself so your lower half extends through the opening. You can read, use your phone, whatever you like. Just relax.”
Vivian gives me a final once-over before heading toward the door. “Remember, six figures.” She winks. “Enjoy.”
With that, she's gone, the door closing with a soft click behind her, leaving me alone in this weird luxury sex dungeon with a fancy-ass glory hole.
“This is definitely not the weirdest thing I've done,” I mutter to myself. “Not even close to the weirdest.”
I climb onto the lounge and holy fucking shit—it's like sitting on a cloud made of angel tits or something. My ass has never experienced such luxury. I wiggle around a bit, getting comfortable, running my hands over the velvet.
For this kind of money, I'd let him stare at my ass through a fucking telescope.
It takes some maneuvering, but I manage to shimmy down until my legs slide through the hole. The velvet caresses my bare thighs as I adjust my position, and I can't help wondering what the other side looks like. Is Mr. Gallo sitting there in some fancy chair while he waits for the show to start?
The thought sends an unexpected tingle between my legs. There's something undeniably hot about being on display like this, even fully clothed.
A crackling sound makes me jump before Vivian's voice fills the room through hidden speakers.
“Comfortable, Katarina? There are leg rests on the other side if you'd like to use them—no restraints or anything like that will be used tonight. Just for comfort.”
I press the intercom button. “I'm good. All settled in.”
“Excellent. Mr. Gallo has arrived and will be entering the other room in one minute.”
My heart rate kicks up a notch. This is really happening. Some stranger is about to spend his Saturday night staring at my ass through a fancy hole in the wall.
“Remember, you can press the bracelet if you need anything,” Vivian adds before the intercom goes silent.
I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. What the hell am I supposed to do? Just lie here? Should I arch my back, make my ass look better? Wiggle around a bit for effect?
I hear a door open on the other side of the wall, then close with a soft click. My breath catches in my throat as I hear footsteps and the rustle of fabric.
My skin prickles with awareness, and despite myself, I feel a rush of heat between my legs. There's something intensely erotic about being watched by someone I can't see.
“Hello, Katarina.”
That voice. Holy fucking shit.
My entire body freezes. It's deep, gravelly, and commanding in a way that makes every single nerve ending in my body stand at attention. My thighs clench involuntarily, and I feel a rush of wetness between my legs that has no business being there this quickly.
“Oh, I am so fucked,” I whisper to myself, my thighs involuntarily pressing together.
“I can hear you, kitten,” the voice rumbles, amusement lacing those dark tones. “Every little whisper.”
My breath catches in my throat. There's something eerily familiar about that voice, about the way he says my name—like he's tasting it on his tongue.
I press the intercom to turn it off because of fucking course I had it open and he heard that.
