Page 150 of The First Taste
With only those instructions, Calum sends me a last little glare and starts walking down the hall.
“Tonight?” I call out after him.
But he doesn’t stop, doesn’t acknowledge that there was even a question asked.
I crumple the money and the note in my fist, infuriated.
Kaia
Iclear my throat and adjust the belt on my secondhand trench coat as I step off the elevator on the top floor of the address that Calum gave me. Stepping into a eerie white space, I look around. The room is lit from a strip of lighting that blends in with the wall; the floors are black stone. Just twenty paces away is a door that’s ajar. But other than that, there are no clues for me to follow.
Definitely no sign of Calum.
My heart thrums in my chest as I move toward the doorway. The only sound is the click of my heels as I cross the dark granite floor.
Reaching the heavy door, I tug it open and step into the dimly lit space just beyond.
My eyebrows rise as I take in the huge room. The lighting in here comes from candelabras placed at strategic points against the backdrop of a huge floor to ceiling window that spans the whole space.
A stage and stripper pole are set up to the left, and a single black leather booth. In the middle of the room there is a huge white bed, piled high with pillows. And to my right is some odd looking pleather furniture, a large wooden X, and a wall of shelves with dark boxes. I can’t help but notice that one of the shelves has a bunch of sexy toys and dildos lined up on it, going from a small sleek pink device to an enormous black dildo at the end.
What in the world have I just walked into?
“Calum?” I call out. “Hello?”
A doorway opens to my left. Calum strolls out, looking like he has just walked off a runway: he’s wearing a dark t-shirt and low slung jeans, his dark hair carefully messy. He sweeps his icy gaze over me, chilling me to the bone.
He smirks as he strolls toward me. “Hello, Kaia.”
Goosebumps break out over my entire body. I lift my purse nervously, needing to put something between our bodies. Swallowing and lifting my chin, I lay down the law.
“I’m here.” I toy with my sash. “Do you want me to just get naked?”
He arches a brow as he walks past me, to a little bar cart that’s set up in the corner. “Do you want a drink?”
He pushes a button on a panel and rap music starts filtering through unseen speakers. I gulp and shake my head.
God, this whole scenario makes me so fucking nervous. My heart is fluttering like a hummingbird in my chest.
Calum waves a hand toward the bed. “Sit. I have a contract for you to sign.”
He pours himself a drink as I walk over to the big bed, perching myself on the corner. It’s a little hot in here, enough to make me notice. My trench coat is over warm… but I’ll be damned if I’m going to take it off until he tells me to. After all, he did say to dress to impress.
So underneath the coat I’m wearing a silky see-through black teddy, a barely there black lace bra, and the tiniest black lace thong.
Calum walks over to me, smirking, and puts down a small sheaf of paper on the bed beside me. I flush as he places a pen beside it.
He stands above me, sipping his drink and staring at me as I look at the papers.
My breath catches as I pick up the contract, skimming it. The basics I glean from reading are that he doesn’t want me to tell anyone about what we’re doing, he wants to be able to call me literally anytime he feels like company, and he wants me to say yes to whatever he says.
That’s essentially signing away my right to say no.
I frown, looking up at him. “I don’t mind most of this. But… this is basically saying that I have to say yes, no matter what you propose.”
He smiles coldly. “That’s right.”
“What if I don’t want to do something?”
