Page 38 of Honey, Honey
“Yes,” she said, glancing at me over her shoulder then, “but don’t you worry, we have a beautiful room waiting for you.”
“Even though I’m not as important as the ‘very important guest’?” I asked, giving her a wry smile.
“Zeus does have his favorites, but you will always be one of mine,” she told me.
I chuckled and nodded at her. “Then that’s all that really matters. I don’t know Zeus.”
“There are others who would give anything to have his favor.”
I shrugged, making a show of looking nonchalant. “I play by his rules and respect his world,” I gestured out at the hallway and the golden doors we were still walking past, “I know my place here. Respect the order and him. I think that’s enough for a man like Zeus.”
She hummed. “It is. He’s very fond of order.”
“I understand that.” It was true. I did. Order ruled supreme in my world because order bought you peace. Peace I valued above all things.
“This is your room,” she said, stopping at a door and holding out a key to me. “We have no planned events for tonight, but there may be an exhibition once I hear from the couple that was set to debut. I’ll have dinner sent for you within the hour.”
I took the key from her, nodding my thanks. “Thank you, Connie.”
“Always a pleasure, Law.” She made to move away but stopped and gave me a considering look.
“What?” I asked.
“I’ll introduce you to the person in your room tonight. I have a feeling you’ll both be...suited.” The way she said suited made my stomach tighten. She had an eye for the types of subs that I favored. If Connie thought we would be a good match, chances were that she was right. “Would you like that?” she asked.
“I think we both know the answer to that,” I said, opting to let her make her own inferences from my answer. The truth was I was suspicious. Why would she want me to meet this guest? Why would she be thanking me? That screamed set up. I’d worked for the mob for years. I knew a set up when one was shoved down my throat.
Connie’s eyes glittered, but she didn’t call me on my answer. Instead, she grinned. “Right then. Enjoy yourself and I’ll make introductions after I’ve made sure she’s settled in.”
“Thank you,” I said again and Connie waved me off.
“Don’t thank me. You’re the perfect little treat for our guest of honor tonight. It’ll be me who’s thanking you by the end of the night.” She wiggled her fingers in farewell and turned on her spike heel. “Catch you later, Law.”
I smiled but said nothing, just turned and entered my room. She had my curiosity working overtime. “A gift, huh?” I mused, entering the suite and shutting the door behind me. I glanced around, barely registering the details of this suite. Exposed brick and dark wood floors were the bones of this one. A large bed with white comforters and pillows took up the center of the room which was a far departure from the suite I normally stayed in. That suite was built for the comfort of a stay. It was meant to be lingered in and enjoyed, but this one seemed to be about functionality. There were no frills to it even if everything in it was luxe and tasteful. The walls that weren’t brick were wallpapered dark grey with a raised brocade pattern. There was art on the walls, all of it oversized and bold. Studies in the Chiaroscuro style of art that heightened the dramatic focus of the room.
The focus on the big, fluffy white bed that looked like a damn cloud sitting in the middle of all of this darkness.
I turned my head, walking further into the room to see a room to the left, and glimpsed a shower head through the open doorway. So that was the bathroom which meant the other doorway that was currently shut would be the kitchen or dining room. I dropped my bag on the floor and started for the bed, pulling out my phone when a work email pinged through. The email would be a good distraction from the inkling of apprehension that was settling into my belly like acid.
The details of the room weren't important to me, but what the room said was. And it wasn’t just speaking, it was practically screaming bloody murder at me.
If the focus was the bed, which from where I was now standing beside, it was one hell of a bed. I dragged a finger over the top of the comforter and then tested out a pillow. The comforters and sheets were all made of the finest material. Plush and buttery soft to the touch. It would be a dream for anyone that spent the night in it.
You’re the perfect little treat for our guest of honor tonight.
Very fucking interesting, Connie.
What the hell was she up to? This room was little more than a space to play, to explore the limits and boundaries of a new play partner Connie clearly thought a lot of. Not just Connie, but Zeus. Why the hell were the two of them offering me up to someone?
I felt a wave of unease hit me. They were serving me up on a silver platter to a sub, and that didn’t sit well with me. There were reasons they might do this, the biggest among them that they owed the sub something. A debt to be paid, some score they wanted to settle, and Connie had decided I would work as payment. I sighed and took a seat on the bed, fingers tight on my phone. I had pulled up a work email to scan through. Work was a good way to relax, it made sense to me, there was order to be found in the figures and deadlines that waited on me.
But this?
There was no order here. Not anymore. I’d come to the club to unwind. My night with Honey had left me so keyed up that I was going to be nothing short of a monster in the office on Monday if I didn’t find a way to let some of the tension that settled into my bones out. I needed someone who understood my needs. A submissive that could hold my attention long enough for me to forget about Honey.
If I didn’t I’d run the risk of ending up on her fucking doorstep by Saturday night. Worry, unfamiliar and powerful settled over me washing away the stress Connie and Zeus’ meddling had stirred up. What if Honey didn’t let me in? I had left her sitting with my goddamn spit and her own cream on her thighs without so much as offering to help clean her up.
I didn’t leave women like that.
