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"I'd love to play for you." I step into the elevator before he does. "Do you have a special request?"
"You'll play your favorite piece for me."
I knew he would say that before the words left his lips. He's demanding and intimidating in business, but when he's with me, he wants to see the world through my eyes. I sense that. I feel it more and more each time we're together.
"I will. Do you want me to do that when we get up to your place?" I watch the lights on the panel as the car travels towards the top floor.
"I want to punish you for what you did in my office yesterday." There's a dark bite in his tone.
"I came twice. How does that deserve a punishment, sir?"
His hand jumps to his lips. I know he's trying to shield a smile. "I'm talking about what happened prior to that. You have yet to tell me if you really showed your body to a customer."
"There are security cameras in the boutique." I grab the rail as the elevator jars to a stop. "Why don't you check for yourself?"
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
Gabriel
"You're a tease, Isla." I carefully place the violin case on the table near the door.
"A cock tease." She turns towards me as she pulls on the hem of the simple black dress she's wearing. "Or just a tease."
"Both," I say under my breath as I slide my suit jacket off. "I'm having a scotch. What can I get you?"
"Water."
I walk into the kitchen and pour myself a scotch, neat, and then drop a few ice cubes in a tumbler before opening a bottle of sparkling water to empty half into the glass. I take them back to where she's now seated on the sofa.
She takes the tumbler, drinking a quarter of the liquid before she pulls a piece of ice between her teeth and pops it into her mouth. She's by far the most sensual woman I've ever been with. What makes it even more erotic is that she isn't aware of her charm.
"Tell me why you don't drink." I sip the scotch. "I commend it, but you once mentioned that you were avoiding alcohol because it makes you foggy. I believe that's the word you used."
The ice cube pops out momentarily before she sucks it back onto her tongue.
Jesus. How is this making me hard?
"I went to a club one night." She bites the ice cube. "I used a fake ID to get in."
"There's obviously more to this story." I lean back, crossing my legs.
She picks up the glass and drinks more of the water. "I was partying hard, like way too hard. I almost did some stuff with a dentist."
"A dentist?" I ask, leveling my tone. She means that asshole that had his hands all over her at Skyn. Fuck that bastard for touching her.
"Supposedly." She arches a brow. "It's the kind of club where you don't ask a lot of questions."
"No questions." I sip more scotch.
She reaches back to scratch her neck; the motion graceful and compelling. Her entire torso stretches, pushing her breasts forward. "You have to ask some questions I guess. I don't know a lot about the place but there's a rumor that people fuck in the back rooms."
"So you went there to fuck?" I stiffen in my seat.
My window of opportunity to tell her that I was behind the mirrored glass watching her is closing. The need I have to hear her tell the story is too much. She'll never know I was there. The contracts signed upon entry to the backrooms guarantee that even if we run into someone who recognizes me from Skyn, my secret is safe with them.
"A customer told me about the club." She plays with a thread that has come loose on the hem of her dress. "She told me people go there who like the things I do."
"People who enjoy being fucked in sex swings?"
"You're going to get one of those, aren't you?" Her face brightens. "God, your cock and a swing. I'd never leave this place."
"I'll have one here within the hour if that's the case."
She smiles wildly before her eyes fall back to her lap. "I went there because the customer from the boutique told me that her husband ties her up sometimes and they met there."
Christ. She went to Skyn to find a man to bind her. She walked right into the middle of a lion's den.
"Did you find what you were looking for there?" I ask because selfishly I want to hear it. I want her to say the words. I want her to say that she found it in the boutique, or in my office, or in my fucking bed.
She swallows quickly before she looks at me. "I wish that night had never happened. I humiliated myself. I was drunk, and if one of the women who work there hadn't come to my rescue, I would have done things I regretted, probably for the rest of my life. She saved me."
