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Chapter One
Spencer
Why couldn’t the Prime Minister of the fucking United Kingdom get laid?
It had been weeks since I’d had sex. If I didn’t get some soon, my staff would suffer. They knew me for my impatience and sometimes explosive temper—a flaw I acknowledged—and this dry spell didn’t help any. I was in a terrible state. After too many weeks without a decent lay, I was aware my behaviour had worsened, and people had avoided me. I recognised the caged look in their eyes as fear to approach me.
Bloody hell.
At least, what I lacked in personal charm, I made up for in political life. I cared for my people and dealt with challenging situations head-on. Perhaps that was why most turned a blind eye to my shortcomings.
Tonight, though, was all about me. I planned to put an end to this frustration so that tomorrow I could return to my office and act like my usual annoying self.
Tonight, my blue balls would go back to their normal shade.
I released a frustrated growl and checked my watch. It was seven forty-five, and my escort was fifteen minutes late, which had never happened before. This girl was going to pay the price for her mistake. I expected professionalism, punctuality, and discretion.
I wiped the sweat off my brow, straightening my posture. It was Wednesday, the beginning of May, and I wasn’t used to the warmth that had been blazing through Britain in the past few days, although forecasts were even more optimistic. For a change, the month of May would bring lots of sunshine rather than rain, and I reminded myself that this was a good change.
Cursing under my breath, I recalled the last woman who’d shown up at my door. Tanya. She was great in bed and obedient, but the whole experience still felt underwhelming. Maybe I was growing tired of these women who always worked hard to keep me satisfied.
The Emperor VIP Club, an exclusive agency providing high-end escorts, always catered to my requests, but it’d been eighteen months now. Perhaps this entire arrangement had run its course.
The owner, Matthew, and my brother, James, were discreet. Matthew had a credible reputation in London, and he preferred the company of affluent people. My brother had recently invested in the business, and word had spread around quickly. It wasn’t a secret that politicians and businessmen used escorts, but this was an exclusive club. The membership fee was expensive for that very reason.
My muscles tightened, and I exhaled. As the leader of the country, I needed discretion. This week had been stressful as fuck, and I was physically drained. The new policy aimed at increasing funding for social housing had kept me up all night. My party was reluctant to push it, but more people needed access to affordable housing, especially in London.
Tonight, I needed to blow off some steam and spend a few hot hours with a woman without thinking about logistics. I wanted to push boundaries, to dominate and punish her. Vanilla sex didn’t interest me.
A loud knock pulled me from my intrusive thoughts. I was at my private home in central London. My daughter was with my mother tonight, so I didn’t have to worry about her. Only a few trusted people and my security detail had this address. I walked to the door of my study and opened it. Jason, the head of security, greeted me.
“Sir, Miss Laura Watkins is here to see you,” he said, and at my nod, he stepped aside, allowing me to greet my new guest.
A tall and slender woman stood at the bottom of the first flight of stairs, clutching her bag against her stomach. She gazed around uncertainly, and when she saw me, she paled.
She was taller than any of the other women I had been with before. Dressed in a caramel fitted summer dress and flat shoes, she gave off a teacher’s vibe. Was this a joke? A game? Had Matthews forgotten the type of woman I typically asked for? Perhaps it was some roleplaying shit.
Impressive, Matthews. Very impressive.
“Come on in, Miss Watkins,” I snapped, wondering what she was waiting for.
Her eyes widened, and she surveyed the space once again, as if unsure whether she wanted to go farther into my home.
I decided not to wait for her and walked back inside. She finally climbed up the stairs and entered the room, scanning the walls. I spun to face her. The air was heavy, thick with tension, as I listened to her erratic breathing. This was fucking turning me on. This woman was so much in her character, and in the dim lighting, she appeared completely lost. I didn’t care at this point. I was so fucking hard.
“Go upstairs, Miss Watkins, and wait for me in the first bedroom to your right. Take your clothes off,” I commanded her.
“But—”
“There are no buts. Do as I say, or you will face consequences,” I cut her off, then strode past her to go to the living room.
I heard her go upstairs. I tried to get my cock to fucking relax, but it was almost impossible. This woman appeared young, but I hoped she was experienced. Judging from her acting skills, she knew exactly what to do. I poured a glass of whiskey and downed it. The alcohol burned my throat but took the edge off my bad mood. Tonight, after I’d fucked her ten ways until Sunday, I would be more than satisfied. My position had limitations, but I still could enjoy no-strings-attached sex.
I headed upstairs, picturing several ways I could fuck her—on all fours, straddle saddle, missionary, hands-on, and my favourite, the reverse cowgirl. The possibilities were endless. As long as it was intense, I was happy with it. I pushed the door handle and went up to the bedroom. Miss Watkins sat on the bed, still fully dressed, but she quickly stood when I entered.
She parted her lips slightly as if wanting to say something but changed her mind. Hell, she was young, so innocent. She was beautiful, slender, blonde, and a green-eyed babe, the girl next door. I continued staring at her, observing that she didn’t have the typical features of a British woman, and although I didn’t detect any accent, I recognised a slightly curved nose, high cheekbones, and very fair skin, which indicated that she originated from somewhere in Eastern Europe. She was the kind of woman I would have gone for in the past … but I didn’t want to go there right now.
My cock hardened even more at the thought of enjoying this game.
