Page 4 of Master of Pleasure (Lessons From the Rack 3)

“Somehow, I doubt pointing out the fact that his daughter is legal will have much bearing on Lewis if he finds out about this.”

“He’s not going to find out,” Terrence said.

“Let’s hope not.” Lennox slapped him on the back. “Come have dinner with Marie and me.”

Terrence agreed, but even a nice dinner with his friends did little to quell the sense of foreboding. His fears were confirmed when he checked his voice mail from the restaurant and listened to a message from his agent.

“Call me when you get this. Do not go home. There’s a shitstorm brewing, and your name’s written all over it.”

Chapter 1

TERRENCE

“That was my agent,” Terrence said, deleting the voice mail. “The press must have found out about Ronnie because he told me not to go home. I’m completely fucked.” The fact his friend of the past ten years didn’t try to argue with him only gave credence to his statement.

It was getting late, and after finishing a satisfying dinner with two good friends, he’d been looking forward to going home and replaying his time with the feisty submissive. Of course, that had been before he knew she was only nineteen. Now he felt like a pervy old guy.

“Are you going to call him back?” Lennox asked. “Do you want some privacy?”

“Yes.” Terrence replied, pulling up his agent’s contact details. “No need for you to leave. This shouldn’t take long.”

Ken answered on the first ring and didn’t bother with pleasantries. “What was the one fucking thing I said about going to a sex club?” He didn’t stop talking long enough for Terrence to attempt to get a word in. “I said don’t be recognized. You acted like I was a dumbass who didn’t know shit, talking about how seriously everyone takes confidentiality. Senator Lewis has yourname, so tell me, hotshot, how’s that confidentiality working for you now?”

“How did he get my name?” Damn. Was his disguise that bad? No one should have been able to identify him that quickly. The only person who possibly could have figured out he was Terrence and not John would be Ronnie. However, he didn’t see one of her first actions upon arriving home to be calling her dad and filling him in on the details of her night.

“How he got your name isn’t important. What is important is that he has it.”

Terrence begged to differ, but he didn’t think arguing about it was his best course of action at the moment. To him, it damn well was concerning that Lewis knew who he was. Aside from the man’s vast wealth, he probably held enough power to ensure Terrence was never offered another acting job.

A probability Ken launched into and discussed in more detail than Terrence cared to hear.

“And another thing,” Ken said after ranting for several minutes about the shitstorm Terrence had created. “What the hell were you thinking going to a club in LA, of all places?”

There was no answer Terrence could give that would make the man happy, so he said nothing, allowing his agent to continue spewing his displeasure.

“Last thing,” Ken finally ended with. “You need to find a place to stay hidden until this blows over. And by place to stay hidden, I mean somewhere that is not LA. If I see or hear of your ass being in this city before I tell you it’s safe to come back, I’m dropping you as a client.”

And with that, he ended the call.

Terrence winced and placed the phone on the coffee table.

“I take it your agent isn’t happy?” Lennox asked.

Terrence snorted. “Isn’t happy is a polite way to say it.”

“What’s the plan?”

“For me to stay low and out of LA until I’m told it’s okay for me to come back.” Terrence dropped his head into his hands and scrubbed at his hair. “I’m not sure where to go.”

“Surely you have plenty of friends you could stay with,” Lennox said. “Big-time actor like you.”

“If only,” Terrence replied, but didn’t explain.

“Why do you say that?”

“I can count the number of true friends I have on one hand with fingers left over.” Terrence shook his head. “I’m sure I could call up an actor colleague and they’d be fine with me staying at their place for a night or two. Listening to Ken though, I get the feeling I’m going to have to be out of sight for a lot longer than anyone wants me as a houseguest.”

“Why? Are you messy or something?” Lennox said in an obvious attempt to make him smile.

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