Page 58 of Enthrall
“Can you be more specific?”
“Suffragettes in the late 19th and 20th century.” I raised my chin high. “Emily Davison.”
He looked amused. “Are you using as an example a woman who died whilst making a point at the Epsom Derby, trying to throw a banner over King George’s horse in 1913?”
“Yes.”
“You probably think the king was riding it.”
“That’s mean.”
“How about picking something more topical.” He shrugged. “More twenty-first century.”
“How about you not being such an arse.”
“You’re only here to look pretty.” He smirked. “I expect more from my submissive.”
“I’m not your submissive.”
“Tonight you are.”
“I’m Richard’s.” My words stunned me.
“Well, well,” said Cameron.
“Well I’m his secretary, which is the same thing.” I rolled my eyes.
“Trust me, it’s not. Did you just roll your eyes at me?”
Half-distracted, I glanced down at the table not quite sure why I’d told him that.
“Did you just glance at your knife?” he said.
“No.”
“Yes you did. Please don’t stab me during dinner.” He arched an eyebrow. “And please don’t use a blunt dinner knife.”
“Have you ever seen a therapist? Other than yourself, I mean?”
“You’re adorable. I can’t get enough of you.”
“I have to go to the restroom.” I grabbed my purse and gave his arm a nudge. “Please let me out.”
He stood, his stare lowered, and I was terrified he’d confiscate my phone.
“Now would be a good time to call Richard,” he said.
Relieved I could appease Richard and let him know I was out with Cameron, I eased out. With a polite smile, I strolled past Senator DeLuca, who chatted on his cell in Italian.
I didn’t want the money now. Somehow the thought of it left a sour taste in my mouth.
Inside the restroom, I scrolled through my contacts until I’d reached Richard’s number. I speed-dialed and waited for him to answer. My stomach sank when I got his answer service.
“Hey Richard,” I said, “It’s Mia. I’m in-” Oh shit where was I again?
“Chez Polidor,” said a woman hidden away in a stall.
“Thank you,” I called out to her and whispered, “Richard, I’m in this restaurant called Chez Polidor. It’s in West Hollywood. Cameron brought me here. Um...we’re with this client from you know where. His name’s DeLuca--”
