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He was the only client allowed to call to book our services, but we didn’t mind.
“Would you like my driver to take you home?” He asked and gestured to the limousine idling by the curb.
“It’s fine.” It was one thing for him to have the business telephone number but a whole other thing for any of my clients to know my address. “I can grab a taxi. You watch how you go, and I’ll see you soon.”
He kissed my cheek as we said goodnight, and his limousine drove away.
“You get around.” I filled my lungs with a calming breath and turned to face Clement.
“Since when has it been a problem? This is my job, and you know that very well. You’ve used my services on more than one occasion and have never complained.”
I didn’t have to find my clients attractive. That was never the deal, but Clement had been one of the good ones, until he wasn’t. He’d certainly shown his true colours, and the more I thought about that night, about how he’d refused to corroborate my story, the angrier I got.
“I got your email. A little petty, don’t you think?” His sneer spoke volumes.
I stepped closer to him, my skin hot and my muscles tensed. “Petty? Do you want to talk about petty? Or shall we talk about how you turned into a fucking yellow-belly when the police came calling? You know what happened that night.”
“I didn’t see or hear anything. You can’t prove I did.”
I shook my head. This fucker wasn’t worth my time or energy, but I couldn’t go without telling him what a wanker he was.
“What you did was to enable a predator, Clement. He assaulted me, whether or not you believe that. I have the bruises to show for it. Do you want to see them? Shall I show you what he did to me? What he’s done to other women and got away with?”
“That’s not what he said.” A momentary flicker of doubt crossed his face. Yes, that was right, dickhead.
“Of course he didn’t, because he’s as much of a fucking coward as you are. He hates the fact I knocked him on his arse, and if you don’t walk away now, I’ll do the same to you. You are no longer welcome. Not with me or anybody else who works at Mayfair Connections.”
My heart raced, despite my calm demeanour. I could barely stop my hands from shaking, and my voice quaked.
“I wouldn’t call you again, anyway. You’re nothing but a cheap hooker.” I took a steadying breath, so close to losing my shit.
I leant towards him, slowly and deliberately, intent on carrying out my threat. All I saw was his smug face and how he deserved to be put down for his insult.
Many thought I was a lady, but I’d grown up on the streets and knew how to fight. Add in the fact that I worked out regularly at the gym, I could easily take him, and I would.
“Is everything okay here?” I didn’t answer, my sole focus on the twat standing before me. His eyes widened, and his face paled. Yeah, you’d better run, you fucking coward.
“Naomi? Did you hear me?” A firm hand on my arm stopped me in my tracks.
“What?” I shook myself, finally recognising the person standing next to me.
Lorenzo.
I grabbed his jacket. “Get me out of here before I do something I will definitely regret.”
On unsteady legs, I walked beside him as he led me through the bustling crowds of the West End.
“Who was that?”
“An ex-client. Thank God you turned up when you did, else I’d have been at the police station being charged with assault again.”
“Again? You mean you’ve done this before?”
“Last time was a misunderstanding. This time, it would not have been. I’ll explain at some point. I just want to go home and sink into bed.”
“Well, let’s get a taxi and make that happen.”
Two minutes later, we were in a black cab making our way across London.
