Page 52 of Enthrall
He glanced at my feet. “Seven?” Cameron reached inside the golden paper bag and eased out a Manolo Blahniks shoe box. He opened the lid, revealing the most elegant pair of strappy high heels I’d ever seen. I wondered how much all of this cost.
“You get to keep them afterwards.” He waved it off like it was nothing.
These were the kind of shoes I’d never be able to afford in a lifetime. I was all but drooling, damn it, and from his obvious amusement he could tell.
“Are you prostituting me out!”
His laughter filled the room. “No. It’s dinner. Then home.” He held up his hands. “Seriously, Mia.” He shook his head to chastise me.
“Why can’t you go alone?”
“Let down the client? Richard would be furious with us.” He gave a nod. “Shall I tell him you refused?”
“Let me text him.”
He placed his hand over my handbag to block me.
“You owe me an apology,” I said.
“I do?”
“For taking me into the dungeon. You knew it would make Richard angry. He spanked me for it, for goodness sake.”
“He did?”
“You’re best friends. You tell each other everything.”
“Huh.”
I folded my arms and stood my ground.
“As far as I could tell you liked it. Besides, you told me in the lift you were intrigued with what went on down there.”
“With what it looked like. Not what you do down there.”
“You should have been clearer.”
I pointed at him. “I know what you do for Chrysalis.”
He looked impressed.
“You’re the club’s shrink. You assess people to see if they’re ready to be members.”
“Impressive. Other than calling me a shrink. Please don’t.”
He’d turned up the intimidation.
“I know you personally assessed the Sullivans,” I said. “I don’t think Constance is ready.”
“If hesitancy is what you observed that’s normal.”
“She’s terrified.”
“That’s your professional opinion?”
“I don’t need a certificate to work that out.” I neared him. “And sometimes you’re wrong.”
His expression changed to fascination.
