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pleases.
    This day is going to drag; I can feel it from my clenched
jaw to the impatient ache in my cock. Every hour that ticks by until she signs
the consent form and N.D.A. will only serve to wind me up. It’s better that I
stay away for a few hours. Give her space. Give her time to consider the offer
a bit more.
    “Mr. Manhattan. Was wondering if I’d see you this week.”
Matt, the bartender, greets me the second I step inside.
    I slide across a barstool and fix my gaze to a T.V. screen
where a commercial advertising some miracle cleaning goop flashes with bright
blue and yellow letters. It’s garish and attention seeking, not subtle and
inherently elegant.
    I like subtle and inherently elegant, and I’ve yet to find a
sub with those qualities. I’ve met many subs with daddy issues, subs who crave
every kind of abuse, and subs whom I wouldn’t be caught dead with in the light
of day. The good ones are always hiding in plain sight.
      They’re the
sophisticated marketing executive or the wholesome, sweater-wearing
kindergarten teacher…
    The ingénue drinking champagne on a Tuesday…
    I glance to the left, at the very bar stool Bellamy had
resided in less than a week ago.
    “You want to head back with your drink or you staying up
here this time?” Matt nods toward the back room where a plain black door with a
glass knocker leads to the Crystal Swan.
    Some call it an underground sex club. I call it a secret
society, a sanctuary where gentleman of the elite variety can wash away the
day’s concerns with a bit of sexual gratification.
    A strip club or a brothel it is not.
    “Thinking about it,” I say, reaching for the crystal tumbler
Matt sits before me. I take a drink and let it sit on my tongue as I
contemplate my next move. I could easily head into the club, find a pretty Swan to lose myself with for an hour and retreat back to the
office.
    But my write up is due for the quarterly stockholders
statement by close of business today, and I’ve got a four o’clock phone
interview with some solar energy newsletter out of Stockton, California.
    Aside from my massive to-do list, I’m not quite feeling the
Crystal Swan today.
    The same thing happened that day I walked in here. I had
every intention of heading back to the club for a bit of escapism, but then I
saw her. Long, shapely legs. Fuck me lips. And crystal
clear eyes round like two flawless diamonds.
    I couldn’t think let alone speak for a solid minute. And
when I finally came to my senses, I did what I always do when I need to regain
control of a situation.
    I became an arrogant asshole.
    But then when she mentioned Randy had just hired her, and
Randy had told me the week before that he was looking to hire a new submissive sexual
concierge, I knew I had to have her. She was all wrong for him and sweet perfection for me.
    The crystal tumbler is pressed against my bottom lip before
I take another sip. Matt made this one extra strong today as if I walked in
here with a big red stamp across my forehead that read, “SEXUALLY FRUSTRATED.”
    He knows me well.
    “You heading back now?” he asks, pulling the empty tumbler
away and tucking it under the bar. “Jenessa’s in today.”
    My mouth curls up halfway, but only for a split second. I’m
sure as fuck not smiling because of Jenessa.
    “You know, I think I’ll pass.”
      “No prob.”
    I hand Matt a twenty and duck out of the bar, opting for a
brisk walk before returning to Townsend Tower.
    When I’m back to my desk, I scroll over my email, sorting through
them in order of importance and ensuring that the ones marked as high are moved
to the bottom. I’ll deal with those last. Only pompous assholes have the nerve
to use a little red exclamation point.
    My phone rings and the extension allocated to Bellamy’s
office flashes on my caller ID.
    I cock the phone against my shoulder as I type a response to
an email from my brother’s assistant. “Yes?”
    “Where’d you go?” she