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Mason studied her face for several seconds, searching for any sign of a lie. She simply watched him with near indifference as she continued sipping her Earl Grey.
“I see,” Mason said at last.
Apparently he didn’t need to call Jonathan after all.
“Thanks for the orgasm,” Addison said, pushing back her chair and standing. “But I’m afraid I’m really far behind now, so I’m going to have to ask you to please leave.”
Mason blinked up at her for several seconds. This wasn’t going at all how he expected. Either he’d seriously misjudged her, or something simply didn’t add up here.
Until he figured out the answer to that question, best to err on the side that didn’t get him sued. “Sorry about your scones,” he said, standing and straightening his jacket with stiff movements. “I’ll get out of your hair.” With that, he walked serenely out of the kitchen, back straight and head held high.
Inside, he was reeling. Did she seriously just thank him for the orgasm? In the same tone one might use to thank him for passing the salt?
He didn’t know whether to be impressed or insulted.
No, fuck that. He definitely felt insulted.
The urge to spank her again burned through him, but he couldn’t do a damn thing about it. He had to keep his hands off her from now on. They might be able to survive one round of hate sex without collateral damage, but he knew better than to play with fire.
And Addison Walker was a five-alarm blaze.
CHAPTER 5
Addison
As far as New Year’s Eve parties went, this qualified as the fanciest one Addison ever attended. She even sort of counted as one of the hosts, as she volunteered to help decorate when her shift ended at noon. The sight of three people carrying boxes of decorations through the lobby made her long to make new friends—or at least a few acquaintances outside the kitchen staff.
She didn’t know much about Olivia, Zach, or Nell yet, and they knew even less about her. Even so, Olivia had welcomed her help with open arms. Quite literally...the hug had been startling but nice. Together, they’d transformed the parlor into a party paradise.
Strings of twinkling fairy lights covered the white walls, and more lights in the shape of spherical starbursts hung from hooks in the ceiling. Addison and Zach had blown up about a thousand champagne and ivory hued balloons, forming them into ten-foot-tall columns that stretched from floor to ceiling in the parlor’s four corners.
At the same time, Olivia and Nell set up silk-draped banquet tables along the whole back wall, which now held platters of hors d’oeuvres prepared by Gabriel and his dinner crew. A three-tier champagne fountain completed the spread, along with a terrifyingly fragile looking pyramid of real crystal champagne coupes.
As Addison nibbled on her fifth brie and fig puff pastry, she took another glance around the room. It made her mind spin that she went from a tiny, two-room apartment in NYC to this in only a matter of days. The men all wore suits that probably cost more than six months’ rent at her old place. The women, equally stunning in a variety of dresses and gowns, ranged in style from high-end escort chic all the way up to elegant, diamond draped socialite.
Even Addison wore a stunning 1920s style beaded gown that was without doubt the most fashionable—and probably most expensive—thing she’d ever worn. She found the black and gold garment in a storage room down the hall from her bedroom, complete with matching gold heels. After they had finished setting up the decorations, Zach urged her to dig through the racks of clothes and borrow whatever she liked.
She had a feeling it wouldn’t be hard to get used to living like this.
Before she could head back to the little gathering of kitchen staff in one corner, Olivia and Zach sauntered up to her arm-in-arm. Olivia had the stem of her champagne glass gently pinched between two fingers, while Zach gripped his so tight it was a wonder it didn’t snap off.
“Zach has something very important he wants to say,” Olivia said, glancing sidelong at her unsteady companion with an amused twinkle in her eyes.
“A toast,” Zach said, hoisting his glass into the air. Some of the ridiculously expensive champagne sloshed over the rim onto his fingers. “To the newest member of the Fairford Manor family.”
Addison doubted he’d be quite so exuberant in his welcome if he hadn’t visited the champagne fountain a dozen times that evening, but it made her smile just the same. “Thank you,” she said, lifting her own glass and taking a tiny sip of the fizzy liquid. Though she indulged in plenty of the food, she still nursed her first glass of champagne. Getting plastered on her second day of work wouldn’t exactly make the right impression, even if she was the only sober person in the room.
When you fuck a partner on day one, sacrifices must be made.
“It takes a little getting used to, doesn’t it?” Olivia asked, swinging Zach around so the three of them stood shoulder to shoulder.
“Absolutely. I’ve never seen anything quite like this.” It wasn’t just the decorations or the food or the two thousand dollars of champagne they probably wouldn’t even finish. Her gaze darted around nonstop, zeroing in on all the confident displays of sexuality throughout the room.
Two bare-bottomed spankings had been doled out since the party started, one over Rafe’s knee, the other to a woman draped over the arm of the sofa. A sub in nothing but high-end lingerie and heels wore a thick leather collar, the other end of her leash wrapped loosely around Camden’s hand. Earlier, Olivia and Nell announced a fellatio contest to see which woman could get her Dom to come in her mouth the fastest. All five guests in attendance participated with vigor and a complete lack of shame.
The winner got a five-hundred-dollar Amazon gift card.
Everywhere Addison looked, people were kissing, touching, groping, and finger-fucking...it turned her on just as much as it overwhelmed her.
