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“Very well, Serena. Would you like to have lunch?”
“Uh. ” Crap. “You see, Mr. Roche, what I wanted to talk to you about isn’t something I wished to discuss in a public setting. ”
“I can guarantee we’ll have the utmost privacy. Are you there at your office?” he asked.
“Yes—”
“I’ll send a driver over to collect you. Say fifteen minutes?”
“But how on earth do you know where my office is?” she protested.
He laughed softly, the sound husky in her ear. “Research. Fifteen minutes?”
Her head was spinning, and yet she found herself saying okay. “I’ll wait in the parking lot. ”
“I’d feel much better if you waited inside where it’s safe. My driver will come up to collect you. I look forward to our meeting, Serena. ”
Before she could respond, he cut the connection, leaving her standing next to her car, openmouthed. Still, she found herself reentering the building and punching the button for the elevator.
“Back so soon?” Carrie asked when Serena passed her office a few minutes later.
“Last-minute appointment,” Serena said. “A driver is coming up for me in a bit. ”
Carrie raised her eyebrows in question. “Sounds intriguing. ”
Serena ignored her and continued to her own office. Once there, she sank onto the couch in front of her desk and kicked off her shoes.
She’d officially lost her mind.
She closed her eyes. Sweet Jesus, but how was she ever going to have a normal conversation with the man on the topic of sex slaves?
Client. She’d pretend she was acting on the behalf of a client. Then it wouldn’t seem so personal, and if this Damon guy reacted like she had a couple of loose screws then she could shrug it off as the oddities of her line of work. If he researched her, he probably already suspected she was asking to see him for a client.
Feeling marginally better about the sheer idiocy of her plan and the terror it invoked, she leaned back and tried to relax. Several long minutes later, her intercom beeped.
“Serena, Damon Roche’s driver is here for you,” Carrie said.
Serena scrambled up and hastily straightened her clothes. She slipped into her shoes again and collected her purse before striding out of her office and down the hallway.
A large man with a stocky build stood next to Carrie. When he saw Serena, he dipped his head in acknowledgment. “If you’re ready, Miss James, the car is waiting. ”
She nodded in return and followed the man to the elevator. They rode down in silence. He held the door to the office building open for her as she stepped out then motioned her toward the street.
A sleek Bentley was parked in front, the metal glistening in the sun. “Nice car,” she murmured.
The driver merely nodded and opened the backseat door then gestured for her to get in. A few moments later, they glided into the busy traffic.
She ran her palms over the soft leather of the seat, enjoying the supple feel of such luxury. She still wasn’t convinced Damon Roche wasn’t a drug dealer.
“Is the temperature to your liking, Miss James?”
She glanced up at the driver, who was regarding her in the rearview mirror. “I’m fine, thank you. ”
He returned his gaze to the street, and she turned her attention to her window to watch the flurry of traffic zip by. Finally, they pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant and came to a stop under the awning covering the entrance.
Her door opened, and one of the men working valet reached in to help her out. Before she made it to the entrance, she was greeted by the maitre d’ and swiftly escorted inside.
Now, this is the place Mr. Gallows should have chosen for his head chef fantasy. It looked exclusive and obviously catered to a very upscale clientele.
“Mr. Roche will receive you in here,” the maitre d’ said with a bow as he opened the door to an opulent private dining room.
She walked in on trembling legs and saw a man rise from his seat at a table set for two. Good Lord but the man was gorgeous. He screamed wealth and breeding from the tips of his Italian loafers to the top of his meticulously groomed hair.
“Serena,” he greeted as he came to meet her halfway. “I’m so glad you could join me. ”
He tucked her hand under his arm and guided her to her seat. It was all she could do not to gape as she settled into the comfortable chair.
First rule of business: Never let the opponent realize his advantage.
She straightened and shook off the awe he inspired. Okay, maybe it wasn’t awe as much as a huge bolt of unadulterated lust.
Focus, Serena. For God’s sake.
Reclaiming her poise, she relaxed gracefully in her seat as a waiter poured wine into her glass.
“I hoped you’d join me for a glass of wine since you aren’t driving. I hope I wasn’t too presumptuous in choosing the label or having the waiter pour you a taste. ”
“It’s fine,” she said easily. “I love wine. ”
“Excellent. ”
He gestured once before taking his seat across from her, and the waiter produced two menus.
“I hope you’re hungry,” Damon remarked. “The food here is quite superb. ”
“I am, actually,” she admitted. Her nerves had prevented her from eating much the day before. “This was all quite unnecessary, Mr. Roche,” she said as she swept her hand around the room. “I got the impression you were quite busy, and my request is . . . unimportant. ”
“Please call me Damon,” he said with a smile. “And it was no trouble at all. As for the matter you wish to discuss with me, perhaps we should talk about it before you dismiss it so readily. ”
She took a sip of her wine as she studied the menu. She’d hoped he’d viewed her phone call as an irritation and would embrace her eagerness to drop it entirely, but he was quite insistent that she relate why she had called. It was all she could do not to let go of a huge sigh.
“Perhaps we should order first,” Damon suggested.
“I’ve decided if you’re ready,” she said as she laid aside her menu.
Again Damon motioned, and the waiter appeared. Serena placed her order and watched Damon smile his approval. A giddy little tingle shot down her spine. Then she frowned. Why the hell should it matter if he approved of her choice?
“I’ll have the same,” Damon said as he handed his menu back to the waiter.
The waiter collected hers as well, then backed away from the table. As soon as he disappeared, Damon turned his gaze on her. His warm brown eyes were appraising as they flickered with interest. He was sizing her up every bit as much as she was him.
“So what did you wish to discuss with me, Serena?”
She took another sip of the wine before setting her glass down. “Was your research very detailed?” she asked. “How much did you discover about me before you called?”
His lips quirked into a half smile. “You’re in the business of fulfilling fantasies. Very admirable. Your clients speak highly of you. ”
“How the hell would you know what my clients have to say?” she asked sharply.
“The internet is a wonderful tool. Amazing what will turn up in a Google search. ”
“I wouldn’t know,” she muttered. “I’m not in the habit of searching for myself using Google. ”
“So what can I do for you?” he prompted. “Perhaps a donation for the clients you waive charges for?”
Her cheeks tightened in mortification. “No! I don’t ask for donations. This isn’t about money. I wouldn’t—”
Damon held up a hand to interrupt her. “I’m sorry. I had no desire to offend you. Let’s start over. Why don’t you tell me what you wanted to discuss?”
Serena squared her shoulders and bolstered her flagging courage. “I have a client whose fantasy is a bit different from my usual requests. ”
He remained silent as he waited fo
r her to continue.
“Most of my clients want an experience, something they’ve dreamed about but feel they’ll never accomplish on their own. I think perhaps in this case, it’s more a lack of knowledge rather than an inability to achieve satisfaction. ”
Damon nodded. “Makes sense. ”
She drew in a breath. “Her fantasy is to be owned by a man. ”
He didn’t outwardly react at all. He merely sat there, watching her, waiting for more.
“I’m unclear as to the precise name for it, but perhaps a sex slave would most suit,” she added in a low tone after a quick glance around to make sure they weren’t overheard. “This presents me with a rather unique problem,” she continued. “Obviously this isn’t something I can set up for her or pay for. I’m not looking for a legal quagmire nor do I fancy spending time in jail for solicitation of prostitution. Faith told me about your . . . The House, and suggested you might be able to help in finding someone suitable for this woman’s . . . fantasy. ”
Damon rubbed his jaw thoughtfully. “I see. ”
If she’d expected him to be shocked or amused even, she wasn’t prepared for him to take her so seriously.
“Tell me more,” he said as leaned forward in his chair. “You say fantasy. I assume this isn’t a permanent situation she’s seeking. ”
“Um, no. Maybe a period of a month. She wants it to be long enough to experience it fully and all the nuances, but it’s purely a fantasy. ”
“And Faith thought I would be helpful,” he said with an amused smile.
“Not you personally,” she said hastily. “She mentioned The House and thought you would know someone suitable who wouldn’t mind a temporary arrangement. ”
“And what would this man receive in exchange for his . . . service?”
“Well, that’s the hard part,” Serena said.
They were interrupted when the waiter returned with their food. Serena broke off and waited until he’d settled their plates and left before she resumed. She picked up her napkin and laid it across her lap as she glanced back up at Damon.
“I can’t pay him for sex, obviously. I’d draw up a contract outlining the non-sexual aspects of the arrangement. Anything beyond that would purely be left up to the parties involved. ”
“But sex would be expected,” Damon said.
“Well, yes, unofficially, of course,” she said hastily.
She tasted the grilled fish and sighed her contentment as the flavor burst in her mouth.
“You’re right. The food’s excellent. ”
“I’m glad you approve. ”
They ate in silence for a few moments before she peeked back up at him to find him watching her.
“So what do you think?” she asked hesitantly.
“It’s not an unreasonable request,” he said simply. “I could probably find a number of candidates for you to review. I do extensive background checks on all the members of The House but I would, of course, scrutinize a short list of men even further before providing you a list. With their permission, obviously. ”
She nodded. “I would want to do my own background check in addition to the information you provide. ”
“Of course. I would also ask that you provide me the name of your client so that I can do an appropriate security check on her as well. ”
Her eyes widened in surprise.
“If I’m to allow her access to my facilities and ask that one of my members participate in this elaborate fantasy, I have to be assured she is suitable. I understand if she is uncomfortable revealing her identity, but I would require it if I’m to offer my services. ”
This was so not going the way she’d envisioned. No, it wasn’t as though she’d be able to keep it a secret forever, but there certainly wasn’t a need to reveal her identity if no suitable candidate could be found.
Buck up and quit being such a wimp.
Clearly she needed a new motivational speech because as inspiration went, that one wasn’t terribly effective.
“I’ll . . . talk with my client and e-mail you the information this afternoon,” she hedged.
“An outline of precisely what she’s wanting would be helpful as well. I’d need her to be as specific as possible so that disappointment isn’t met on either side. ”
Serena nodded. “I agree. ”
She looked up and locked gazes with Damon. He really was handsome. He looked arrogant but not obnoxiously so. Assured. Confident. Comfortable in his skin.
Subtle power surrounded him like an aura, and she briefly allowed herself to fall into the fantasy of what it would be like to belong to him. Owned.
Just the word sent a shiver straight down her spine. Her groin tightened, and her clit tingled and pulsed until she had to shift in her seat to alleviate the pressure.
His fingers tapped absently at his wineglass, and she watched in fascination as one slid gently over the surface. He had beautiful hands. Long, lean fingers. How would they feel on her skin?