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“I have them. Thank you. I need to get back to this,” Evelynn says, but her eyes are still on my body.
I thank her and leave, nodding to Gustav as he takes a turn trying to break the boss.
For a few days, this goes on, with all ten of us involved and trying our fucking hardest to charm her back into our arms.
Evelynn has become a little more open and smiling more, but as for it working as plan—it fails. She has broken down a bit, but something is off. I can’t wrap my head around the problem, other than she feels threatened.
But we’re all here to help her. Not one of us would ever hurt Evelynn. We have all grown fond of her.
I’ve been watching all this go down for days. In and out of Evelynn’s office, we walk—sometimes dressed, most of the time naked. She looks confused each time…and a little uncomfortable.
All she’s doing is trying to run a business, after all. The same thing I came here for: the money to start my own company.
Later that day, I call the guys back to the bar, telling them beer is on me. I’m going to suggest we all back off from the boss and let her do her thing. If she comes to us, then good, but if not—we tried.
After a few games of pool and five beers, I lay it all out for the rest of the men.
“Look, we’ve been trying for days with Evelynn. She isn’t fucking around with us. I think we should just let this shit go. When she needs us, she’ll come to us. It’s too much of a fucking headache to try and help someone who doesn’t want it.”
They all agree with me about letting Evelynn have some peace. We’re all certain she will come to us soon enough.
She should be fine—and yet something in the back of my mind says there’s something bad happening behind the scenes.
Either way, we all agree to the plan after ordering another pitcher of beer.
“So, it’s agreed?” I ask.
Most everyone nods their heads. A few raise their beer glasses in salute.
“Good. Now fuck this somber shit. Let’s get drunk!”
Chapter 16
Evelynn
It’s been a week and a half since the gala. Ten days, to be exact, since I told the guys to call me Miss Travers, since I made a plan to keep myself and my business safe.
Ten days.
My routine is so set now. I really feel in control of Scarlet, finally.
I look at my clock. I feel like I’m waiting for something.
It’s 2 p.m. I’ve been here for hours, gotten so much done. I check my phone to see if I have an appointment scheduled that I’ve forgotten. Nothing.
I have a meeting with a guest tonight who wants to talk about upgrading their membership, but that isn’t for hours. I have nothing to anticipate.
It dawns on me. No one has come into my office the whole time I’ve been here. For the past ten days, it’s been a parade of nearly naked bodies through my office and almost brushing up against me in the halls.
Today I haven’t seen even one of my tempting doms.
I check the feeds. Everyone is here. They’re working out, preparing rooms, chatting with each other, flirting with the bar staff, and Max has a very early client.
I watch for a few minutes. Max has a morning anchor woman bound with intricate silk ropes, and he is running a crop across her bound tits. He slaps one hardened nipple, and the woman’s head rocks back.
My breath catches, thinking about how it would feel. The sting of the crop. The tight silk rubbing against my skin, between my legs.
I’ve watched Max tie women up before. I know the rope runs between her pussy lips, the tight silk rubbing her clit with every breath. I find myself imaging how that feels.
My cheeks are flushed, my breath is coming fast, and my panties are already soaked.
I change the feed to watch the gym. Finn, Jake, and Brandon are doing a circuit. I watch them. They gleam with sweat, and their muscles flex and bulge. They look so powerful, so strong.
I flick the cameras off. I should do a round of the club before too many people get here. I need to get out of my office and stop watching the security feeds.
Sighing, I get up to walk around the club. My club. I need to remember that. I stop and talk with the few clients already gathering. I keep my eyes out for the guys. Nothing.
Yesterday, I couldn’t walk to the bar without almost bumping into two or three oiled chests. Today, Theo stands to the side when I pass him and actually checks his phone.
I realize just how much I looked forward to their interruptions and the banter in the halls. For ten days, they have been everywhere—and now I feel alone.
