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“I kind of am,” Mya chuckled back. “I’ve never had sex with a millionaire before. I was excited to check that one off my bucket list.”

The girls all laughed, understanding her point in a way that anyone else in the world could never grasp. So many of us chose to be here, yet the world expected us to hate it. Simply because society thought we should.

Sure, some of the girls would probably have taken a different path in life if their fate had taken a different direction, but that didn’t mean we couldn’t all choose to embrace the good fortune we’d found here at Prism under Tamen’s ownership.

After my show, I spent the rest of the night networking in the crowd. Meeting clients, introducing myself and facilitating introductions between them and the girls they were interested in. It was pretty similar to what I was doing as one of the highest paid escorts at Vixen’s Den before Tamen bought it, but now I was official.

I had the title, and the beautiful glitzy new office to host meetings in and so much pride in what my girls were building for themselves here.

What I washelpingthem build. Stability and security in not only their finances but also their happiness and self-worth were truly priceless things. This could empower many of them, shifting their perspective from feeling victimized by life’s circumstances to celebrating their resilience in achieving their success.

It was a beautiful thing.

“So, we all get to come back tomorrow, then?” Raven asked him with a grin. “We passed the test?”

“You did.” He nodded, walking to the bar and taking the offered rocks glass from the bartender, before turning to face everyone holding his glass in the air. “You’ve all proven yourselves these last few weeks, working hard to learn the new ways of the business I was creating and implementing them flawlessly this evening. There is nothing you can’t do with this kind of dedication and gumption behind it. So, this is to you, all of you,” He glanced at everyone, pausing briefly on me with an added nod, “To your success and prosper here at Prism.”

“Here, here!” Trixie and others cheered happily, clinking glasses and tipping them back.

“Now get out of here.” Tamen announced good heartedly, “It’s late and we’re back at it with doors open tomorrow at noon. If you have any questions about schedules, contact me or Ember. Good night!”

I stayed in my seat as the crowd dispersed, everyone on a high from opening night and the excitement for tomorrow, until it was only Tamen, and I left in the vast room.

Silently, from his spot on the other side of the large round bar, he stalked toward me, those bright blue eyes penetrating every wall I’d ever built in my life until he stood right in front of my crossed legs. After my performance, I returned to my office to find a beautiful designer dress hanging in the attached bathroom, another silent, unmentioned gift from Tamen that fit perfectly. It was silver and shimmered with diamonds on every inch of space, down the fitted bodice to the long skirt. Oh, and four dozen vases of wildflowers in a varying rainbow of colors and scents. But I would never mention those, I wouldn’t want him to think I thought he was a romantic or anything. Instead, I’d silently enjoy them and let them continue to make my heart race every time I saw them in my office. Just like the man who bought them did to me.

And as he finally got within reach again for the first time in hours, I suddenly ached to get out of his newest gift and feel his skin on mine. Almost as if he felt the same way, he silently grazed the backs of his fingers over the bare skin of my knee, peeking through the slit as he pushed them higher, opening the fabric as he went.

The piercing blue irises I was obsessed with finally rose from where they stared at the skin of my thighs to my face as he spoke, “I was in complete awe of you tonight during your show.” He licked his lips as I remained still while his fingertips continued wandering over my inner thigh. “Could you feel my obsession with you through the glass?”

I gave in and smiled at his words, feeling the warmth of them on my needy core. “Almost as if you were touching me like you are now.”

“You were magnificent.” He affirmed, leaning down and gently kissing me as he nudged the inside of my leg, telling me to open for him. “Perfection.” His breath on my lips created goosebumps on my skin as he slid my dress up my hips to stand between my legs. “Breathtaking.”

I sighed into his touch, unfamiliar with the gentleness of it, but not hating it either.

“I’m not sure I’m a fan of this pleasant side of you.” I admitted, even as his fingers trailed up to the band of my panties and tugged.

“Maybe that’s how I plan to torment you.” He laid soft kisses down my neck to my shoulder, but intensified none of his touches. “How long until you beg me to bully you, I wonder?”

“Hmm…” I hummed, tightening my hand around his tie and pulling it until he looked at me. “Be careful Tamen, or I’ll leave you tied up on my stage for all the girls to find tomorrow. Now be a good boy and give me what we both want. Give me the burn we both need.” His perfectly white teeth flashed before he leaned back in and bit my neck hard enough to draw a startled scream from my lips. “Good boy.”

Chapter 25 – Sloane

“Tamen?”Icalledoutone week later, cautiously entering room forty on the second floor. It was one of the darker themed rooms, with various BDSM tools and goodies. The man of the hour designed most of it himself, though he never admitted why he cared specifically for this room above all the others. “What’s going on?”

Val told me ten minutes ago that I had been booked for the evening and should report to the room. I recoiled at the idea, but her cheerful grin and the unexpected revelation that Tamen was behind it all quickly eased my apprehension. He was the only man allowed to book me for a private session. Which was exactly how I wanted it to be.

“Hello, My Pretty Little Rainbow.” Tamen’s thick accent drew my attention to the side of the room as he stepped out from behind a silk screen set up as a changing area. He looked magnificent striding across the room; the black fabric of his shirt shimmered against the charcoal of his suit pants as he walked, the undone shirt revealing a glimpse of his inked chest. With one of his favorite cigarettes burning between his fingers, he stood barefoot at the edge of the room, staring intently at me; the sweet scent of his tobacco hanging in the air between us. “Thank you for meeting me here.”

I crossed my arms over my maroon body con dress and watched him speculatively. “I wasn’t aware I had a choice.”

He grinned, taking a puff of his cigarette. He tipped his head back and blew the smoke up to the ceiling in that powerfully dominant way that always made me wet. “Tonight is all about you.”

The club was nearly at capacity, with a million different things he and I could both be doing to keep things running smoothly. “Why?” I asked. “Why are we here?”

“To recreate a night that was one of my favorites. But one that desperately needs a redo, nonetheless.”

“I’m so confused.” I shook my head with a stupid smile on my face. “You’re talking in riddles.”

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