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I had taken two steps forward, ready to haul her little ass right out the door when she dropped the coat and every molecule of oxygen abandoned my lungs.
Forget cute and innocent.
The girl I’d left behind was gone, and in her place stood a woman who knew exactly how to draw a man’s attention. Red silk clung to curves where nothing but bony joints had been. Her pert breasts were hidden but one would have to be blind not to see the tight points of nipples seeking escape from the concealing fabric. Legs that seemed to go on forever were accentuated by the thinnest of leather straps wrapped around slender ankles. Her feet were encased in six-inch black stiletto heels. Cherry-red polish on toes visible from the peekaboo openings were a perfect match to the red sole of her shoe I’d seen in the video. Everything she had on beneath the coat attested to the fact they were definitely not found at the same box store where the trench coat had been purchased. It wouldn’t surprise me in the slightest to learn the outerwear was a last-minute addition. Though she’d obviously thrown every rule she’d ever been given right out the window, she had enough self-preservation not to strut around the streets in an outfit that screamed ‘sex goddess’.
My primal brain wondered what lay beneath the dress. Did her panties match the crimson of the silk? My nostrils flared with the hedonistic thought that perhaps she’d forgone panties, as well as a bra. Blood rushed to my dick which had instantly recognized the need that was only now catching up to my brain.
Mine!
Was I arrogant enough to not only think, but to know this to be true? I would bet my life that when she stepped onto the play floor, every straight man and many a woman would be rushing to declare the same thing. But I knew something they didn’t. This woman had been mine with the first cry she’d given upon birth when the doctor had slapped her butt.
I no longer wanted to haul her ass out of the club. Instead, I wanted to bare that ass and spank some sense into her pretty little head before sinking balls deep to make sure she understood whom she belonged to. It took all I had not to stalk out there and claim her. Instead, some part of me knew that if I did, I’d never see this side of her again. I doubted she’d ever allowed another soul to see her without the façade of propriety her position demanded. My little princess might think this was a game, but that was fine with me. I was very fond of games as well. We would play and she’d quickly learn that the one thing I hated more than anything, was losing.
My decision made, I stepped away from the wall as I pulled my phone out of my pocket, taking the opportunity to adjust my cock into a more comfortable position as well. I pressed the same button as before, heard the phone ringing, and Jeanette politely excusing herself to answer.
“Yes, Sir?”
“Have the lady fill out a questionnaire even if she’s not applying for membership. When she’s done, bring her to my office.”
“Yes, Sir,” Jeanette replied without pause.
“Oh, and Jenny?”
“Yes?”
“Take the scenic route. Give her an eyeful. Let her see exactly what being admitted to Revelation entails.”
“Certainly, Sir,” Jeanette said, this time with a bit of humor coming through the line.
Hanging up, I headed back the way I’d come, pressing additional buttons and issuing orders to other employees. A final call connected me with Nathan Lockwood, my best friend and business partner.
“Lockwood,” he barked in place of a more civil greeting.
“You’ll never guess who’s here,” I said.
“Seeing as how your sorry ass isn’t doing rounds right now, I find I’m not in the mood to be playing twenty questions.”
“My office,” I ordered in a matching tone, disconnecting and opening the last door to take the stairs two at a time. Nathan must have been close as I heard the door open a few seconds later and the pounding of footsteps as he also took the stairs. Still, I managed to be seated behind my desk when he gave a single knock on the doorjamb and strode inside.
His mouth opened to most likely curse me out, but evidently he saw something in my expression that gave him pause because it snapped closed, and he came to a stop midway across the room. “Okay, I’ll play,” he said in a far more cordial tone. “Who?”
Instead of verbalizing, I opened the bottom drawer of my desk and pulled out a manila folder. Flipping it open, I slapped it onto the desk’s surface, revealing a glossy photo.
Nathan stepped forward and I enjoyed his imitation of a bobble-head doll as he looked from the photo to me, to the photo again and then back to me. “Since when are kids allowed to step a toe inside this place?”
I chuckled and looked at the photo. I had to admit, it was one taken at least five years ago when the princess was what? Maybe fifteen or sixteen? “Picture her older.”
Nate’s brow crinkled as he concentrated on the photo and then moved it aside to scan a bit of the document behind it. “No way.” Looking at the photo at then me again, he shook his head. “You’re mistaken.”
“Wanna bet?”
“No way, how… I mean… that’s insane.”
I didn’t respond, simply leaned back in my chair and grinned.
“Holy shit! You’re saying… you actually think she’s here. Like in the club?”
His babbling was a very rare glance of the boy he’d been before we’d grown into men. It was as fun to watch as was seeing him shaking his head even as he dropped into one of the chairs in front of my desk.
