I smile, but that voice I pushed to the back of my mind weeks ago is back. It’s reminding me that I have Mom to worry about and what happens when the end of my six weeks comes. I have two and a half weeks left, and while James and I haven’t been together for long, I already know it’s not right that I work here when we are the way we are.
“I’m worried. How am I supposed to work here when I feel the way I do about James? I want to quit, but I need the money.”
The smile falls from her face. “Paige. He offered to help you. The man’s a billionaire. Why don’t you just let him help?”
“My pride,” I say and lift my shoulders into a little shrug. “Megan, if Mom didn’t seem to be coping I’d sell my soul to the devil to get that money. Her doctors are trying to manage the problem until we have the money for the surgery. I don’t want to owe that kind of money to anybody. Not if there’s a way to work for it.”
“I get it.”
“I’m hoping something will work out when my time with him is up. On Monday, I’ll put in a request for my contract to be changed. Then I’ll have to wait to hear back. I asked Mimi about it, and she seemed okay. That was positive, but… I’m thinking I don’t know if I can do any of it.”
She nods her understanding. “I guess that means you and James are serious.”
“I’m serious. Whatever happens, I’m serious about him.”
“Well… I wish you the best. And like I always say, live for the day. Enjoy your man.” She grins. “I will enjoy mine later. Both of them.”
My lips part, and I stare back at her trying to figure out what she just said. “Did you just say both of them?”
She nods. “Yes, I definitely did.”
“What’s going on?” I tilt my head to the side.
“Well, I asked if I could do more hours in the Playboy Lounge a couple times a week, and they said they had room for the billionaires who like threesomes.”
My hands fly up to my cheeks. “Megan, what?”
“I know. It’s crazy. But thank God I’m adventurous and the pay is double. Tonight’s the first night. They don’t always want sex. But most times they do.”
“And you’re okay with that?” Curiosity fills me. I’ve seen many threesomes here, and group sex. It’s different when you see people you don’t know doing it. I can’t imagine knowing someone who’s into that. But then… this is Megan. I don’t think there’s anything she won’t do. She’s the girl about town who could rewrite Sex and The City, and all the stories would be about her.
“I don’t know. To each their own. I did make out with two guys once back in freshman year, and we did some other stuff.”
I stifle a groan. I don’t know why I bothered to ask. “Megan, I swear you’re going to give me gray hair.”
She laughs. “I think this is what happens to you when you live a sheltered life. When you break free, you’re free and you fly to all the things you couldn’t do before.”
I don’t know about that. I think she was always the way she was. She’s just getting the chance to do what she wants now because she’s an adult with no restraint.
“Okay, Megan. I hear you.”
“Oh, please, don’t you dare look at me like that. I’ve seen your man and the fact that you’re a regular here shows your wild side is just as bad as mine. I wonder what you’ll be doing tonight.”
I just answer with a smile. She’s right. The wild and dark comes out in me when I’m with James. My gorgeous professor has taught me many things.
* * *
James takes me into another wild, dark fantasy an hour later when I find myself chained to the bed of the place we christened The Hideaway. It’s the room we used last week when he first tied me up.
Tonight, there’s a gentle fall of rain outside that carries a coolness that settles on my skin. It gives me that balance I need for the scorching sexual heat that’s oozing from him and filling the room.
Not only has the man chained me to the bed, but he’s covered me in cream and fruit and is eating off my body. He’s got only my hands chained up and has left me in my heels so they can dig into his back when he fucks me.
I can’t say that normally I’d be able to handle the pleasure he’s giving me because I’ve never had anyone eat anything off my body before.
He’s covered the whole of my chest right down to my pussy, and he’s licking it off me like I’m his last meal. Every stroke and swirl of his tongue has me writhing and moaning against the silky sheets with pleasure.
This is the fourth time he’s tied me up but the first he’s done it to a bed. I’ve gotten used to the feeling of restraint, and I love it. I love giving myself to him for him to take control over my body and do whatever he wants to me. I know I give him pleasure too by allowing him to own me, possess me, and claim me.