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“Yes, just a quick update. Do you want to discuss this in front of your customer?” Edgar asks, nodding to me.
“I’m not…” I shake my head, and he eyes me.
“I saw you auctioned off. I know you’re a customer.”
Shock invades me, and I gasp.
“Edgar, I don’t pay you to talk, so shut up and handle the situation.” I watch as his employee walks away and feel extremely judged. I assumed that no one here would know who I was. But then again, every exclusive society group only has so many fish in the pond.
Dawson turns to me and carefully takes the glass from my hand. “Don’t get upset. Edgar has a mouth, but he is good at his job.”
“I didn’t come here to be judged, Dawson. Maybe I should leave so nobody is confused by our ‘friendship.’” I go to leave, but he grips my hand.
“No one can leave. Once all the members are here, the doors are locked.”
“What? Why?” I ask, looking to the doors and seeing guards there.
“It’s for protection. Cameras can’t be snuck in, and people who aren’t invited can’t enter.”
“And even you can’t leave?”
“No, not even me. It’s a rule for a reason, Honey.”
I look around, feeling trapped as the people around us socialize. “You didn’t tell me any of this before I came in,” I hiss. “I won’t stand here and be judged as your plaything the whole night.”
“You arenotmy plaything,” he says seriously, and his hand reaches for one of the curls that frame my face. It’s oddly intimate. “Though, I do have a room here that no one else is allowed in or has the key to.”
In the middle of all these high-society, beautiful people, it feels like it comes back to Dawson and me. Like everyone else is irrelevant. And I certainly didn’t come here for this. I came here for him.
“Take me to it.”
He doesn’t hesitate before he grabs my hand and moves.
CHAPTER 37
Dawson
“Dawson.” One of the regulars, who has gone home with every escort I’ve ever had on my arm at events such as these, taps my shoulder as I try to escape with Honey. Honey pulls free from my grasp, but I reach out to grab her again. I couldn’t care less what these people think of her. They don’t know her, and I don’t intend for them to know her. Bringing her here was never about them. It was all about her and whether she could accept this part of my world.
She shouldn’t make herself small to make room for them.
She might have done that at her father’s events, but she would never do that at mine.
This beautiful woman is above all of them.
“Oh, Dawson, one day you will join us. Please say you will,” Mrs. Laddle gushes. She has always propositionedme like this with the fantasy of me joining one of the escorts in her unique sexual tastes.
Quick to assess the situation, Honey accepts my touch. “Dawson,” Honey says commandingly from behind me, clasping my hand in hers.
“Don’t you know the rules? It’s rude to interrupt someone,” Mrs. Laddle snaps at Honey.
“I’m sorry,” Honey says, stepping up beside me. “But what did you just say to me?”
There’s no need for me to interrupt because I can see the fire in her eyes.
She’s mad, and it’s hot.
“You heard me. Do you think just because you managed to get your claws into this one, you have more rights and are above us?” Mrs. Laddle snaps.
