Page 52 of Caught in the Middle

He was a very rich, very powerful man.

Sowhy should she feel guilty? He definitely isn't the evil psychopath that He Who Shall Not Be Thought About made him out to be, so what was the problem?

And damn, she may not be able to remember much, but what she does remember was that it was very, very good.

So it was settled. She had officially had sex with the most powerful Mafia boss in Britain and she had fucking loved it.

Just as she started to debate whether she should get up or not, she realised she was stark naked.

She pushed through the dizziness and sat up, scanning frantically for her dress.

Fuck.

This house was massive, she had no idea what wing she was in, let alone what bedroom her other stuff was.

She was considering exploring one of the rooms going off of the bedroom in the hope one of them was most likely a dressing room filled with something she could slip on to protect her dignity, when she heard a faint knock on the door.

She froze and waited for them to come in, but they knocked again, a little louder this time.

'Um, come in?' she croaked.

The door flung open to reveal a beautiful, auburn-haired girl, with the most perfect, porcelain skin Lucy had ever seen.

'Hello!' she said, excitedly, 'Oh my goodness, I can't even begin to tell you how happy I am to have a new girl here!'

She was carefully carrying a large silver tray, and had clothes draped over her arm. Although she was wearing a satin, Asian style dressing gown, she definitely did not look like she had just woken up.

Lucy pulled the covers up tighter to cover her breasts as the girl clicked the door shut with her hip. She placed the tray down on the large table at the foot of the bed, and then climbed on top of the duvet to lay next to Lucy.

She felt very exposed, this girl didn't seem to have any boundaries!

'So, what's your name then?'

'Um, Lucy.'

'Well, Lucy, you look very hungover,' she scrambled to the tray and picked up a large glass of cold glistening water and handed it to her. She took it gratefully, and in that moment she was Lucy's best friend.

'I'm Rachel, one of the other girls who are staying here. I can see you've already met Emma,' she nodded towards Lucy's face, 'I'd recognise that contour anywhere.'

Lucy touched her face, dreading how horrific she must look right now.

'So...' Rachel said, eyeing up the bedroom, 'someone got lucky with Joey last night, hey?'

Lucy must have looked so embarrassed because Rachel burst into laughter. 'Don't be shy, I'd kill to have sex with Joey, I think we all would!'

None of the girls had had sex with Joey?

She didn't know whether to feel proud that he'd...chosen her? Or embarrassed that she was the only one who had jumped into bed with him the second she clamped eyes on him.

Either way, it gave her some sort of reassurance that the girls he just had living in his house 'just because' definitely weren't just paid hookers.

'Oh, shit, sorry, here's a dressing gown,' she tossed the black satin gown that was hanging over her arm over to Lucy, 'you left your dress in the drawing room, in case you were wondering,' she winked at her.

Oh god. Maybe the recollection that Lucy had wasn't quite as accurate as she thought it was.

'Oh god, I'm so embarrassed,' she muttered, sipping on her icy water.

'Oh, don't be. The staff have seen it all before, and us girls are pretty laid back, even Emma, although it's hard to see that at first.'

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