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“Good.” Eve stood, her half-empty glass left on the table. “I just want you to know what you’re getting into. For your own sake, and Helen’s.”
The door to the Receiving Room opened. As Monique was about to show Eve out of the Manoir, the only unattached woman in the whole damned building stepped in front of Eve.
“Can I get you anything, ma’am?”
Monique didn’t know whether to gasp in disbelief or go pay someone over a bet she just lost. Eve, on the other hand, merelysmiled at Yvette and said, “Your madam told me that there were no available ladies tonight.”
I said no such thing.
“The madam is wrong. I am available.”
“Excuse me.” Eve turned to her sister-in-lifestyle, suppressing the most satisfied grin in the universe. “Is she for real?”
“I have no idea. She always gives me trouble.” There was a wink in that statement.
“How much trouble?”
Yvette took a step back.
“Too much. I’m thinking of replacing her if she can’t hold her own around here. Don’t expect her to give you a discount. She needs to be making me more money.”
“So you’re saying she’s been a very bad girl.”
“You could certainly say that.”
Yvette’s cheeks were as white as the platinum hair on Eve’s head. “A girl who has been so bad that I couldn’t possibly get the family discount around here. My word. She sounds like a fun troublemaker.”
“Do something about her, would you?”
Later that night, the whole house was as confused as Monique when they heard Yvette screaming for pleasurable mercy in her room. Monique finally allowed herself to laugh.
Chapter 31
Happy Never After
"Just to confirm,” the polite voice on the other end of the line said, “you would like to offer yourself for the auction next Saturday.”
The ticking of the grandfather clock in Monique’s office almost overpowered the woman she spoke to from Midnight.Ithought I was clear enough already. “That is my intention. Why? Have you had many other takers?”
“Naturally, others have signed up for consideration.”
Naturally. Every year dozens of subs and their dominants signed up to auction off their skills to the rich masses. Only one would be chosen. The one who served to make the most money for the establishment and give the greatest time.That would be me, thank you.
“You know me, and you know my Mistress. We may be a more recent couple, but we’re both highly experienced in this world.”
“Of course.”
“Then there’s my own history. That alone should get some seats in your audience.”
The woman considered this. “I shall pass such information along, Ms. Grant.”
“Be sure that you do. Ms. Warner and I are oh so looking forward to making you all lots of money.” An inexperienced sub from the year before made nearly twenty million dollars. That was her cut, not counting what went to the club for the privilege. When the rich got together to throw money at a sub entertaining them, any amount was possible.
Or so Monique desperately hoped.
Usually, a couple hundred people showed up to those shows. One of the biggest turnouts of the year for the club… billionaires from all around the country, let alone the world showed up to throw money at a woman they would never have for themselves. If someone who barely knew what she was doing could make that much…
It was their only hope.
