Page 17 of The Owner's Temptation

At the front of the room, Elena remains composed, completely unbothered by the few who leave. If anything, she expected it.

She simply waits until the doors ease shut again before continuing, her voice just as calm, just as poised.

“This is a choice,” she says smoothly, her gaze sweeping across the remaining women. “A lucrative, life-altering choice—but a choice nonetheless.”

A new slide appears on the screen behind her.

Elegant black and gold text lays out the rules of The Black Ledger.

You set your own terms.

You choose your contracts.

You decide if intimacy is involved.

I blink, rereading the words.

You choose. You decide.

I expected this to be black-and-white—either you’re in, or you’re out. Either you sell your body, or you don’t.

But this?

This is power.

Control.

Eve steps forward, her sleek brunette waves catching in the light as she takes over.

“The Black Ledger isn’t just an escort service,” she says, her voice carrying a natural authority. “It’s a world of power, influence, and exclusivity. Our clients are some of the most powerful men in the world—CEOs, politicians, royalty, elite athletes, and billionaires who need more than just sex.”

She paces slightly, letting that sink in.

“They need discretion. Intelligence. Poise. Companionship that extends beyond the physical.”

She gestures toward the screen as a new image appears—a list of high-end services their companions offer.

Attending galas and public events. Accompanying clients on luxury vacations.

Posing as a business associate or personal partner. Providing emotional companionship—whether intimate or not.

Elena steps in, effortlessly commanding the room with a quiet kind of confidence, and I suddenly understand why she’s the one leading orientation.

She’s not just experienced—she’s elite.

One of The Black Ledger’s highest-paid, most sought-after companions.

And yet… she doesn’t sell intimacy.

Not once. Not ever.

Her contracts are strictly companionship-based, built on presence, influence, and the kind of poise that makes men crave her attention without ever laying a hand on her.

She’s proof that this isn’t just about sex.

It’s about power.

But even with that realization, my thoughts spiral. Would I really do this? Could I?

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