Page 75 of High Class

“As for odd requests and fetishes, I’ve tried a few things. But I set limits and don’t do anything that makes me wildly uncomfortable.”

“What’s the weirdest thing you’ve done?” Skylar asks.

I laugh. “That’s a toss-up between dressing like a man’s dead wife and pretending to catch him cheating and the guy who wants me to make fun of his dick.”

Jeanie’s mouth falls open. “I have so many questions,” she murmurs.

Skylar waves both hands in front of her. “Wait. Back up… tell me more about the guy and his dead wife.”

“It’s definitely a weird one. His new wife is actually the one who hired me. I dressed up in the clothes they gave me. He has sex with his current wife, and I come in pretending to be the dead wife, yelling at him for cheating on me and threatening to throw them both out of the house naked.”

Skylar claps a hand over her mouth. “Oh. My God. And I thought my life was interesting. Tell us another one.”

I tip my wine glass up and let the fruity white settle on my tongue. It’s refreshing and I grab a handful of nuts from the tray in front of us as I try to think about what other stories I might tell. I would never give identifying details about a client, and normally I wouldn’t even discuss them at all, but this feels relatively harmless.

“Have you ever been hurt?” Jeanie asks before I can come up with another story to tell.

I chew on my lip. “A couple of times, a guy has gotten rougher than I consented to. Those go on my ban list. But I’ve never been seriously injured or assaulted by a client.” I leave out the fact that a partner who was supposed to love me is the one who hurt me the worst. “I’m one of the lucky ones, though. Some of my friends in the industry haven’t been so fortunate. Just a few months ago, I had to sit in the hospital with a friend who got knocked around so bad she had broken ribs and a broken eye socket. Not pretty.”

Everyone sobers, and I wince. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to bring the mood down. We should talk about something else. Skylar, tell me more about your relationship with Matteo.”

Her expression immediately turns sappy, and I chuckle. She’s got it bad.

“We clash sometimes, you know? I’m stubborn and strong willed and he’s exactly the same even though he won’t admit it. But I’ve never felt so loved or taken care of in my entire life. Some people look at us and think he’s an asshole for the way he keeps a tight rein on me. But it turns out I actually thrive under his control. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a smart ass and a brat and sometimes I question whether I’m actually submissive. And there are some things I don’t let him get away with. But then he gets that look in his eye that makes my insides go all quivery right before he drags me to the bedroom to give me one of the best orgasms ever. Or he’ll do something ridiculously sweet that doesn’t benefit himself at all, and I know we’re made for each other.”

Jeanie smiles. “I’m glad you have him.”

“I’m just sorry I let him get away with firing you. We might still be fighting about that one, I’m not sure. The makeup sex has been pretty great, I must admit.”

“Does it bother you I’m into Luke?” I ask quietly.

She grabs my hand and squeezes. “Oh honey, no. I want Luke to be happy. It’s not like I hate him. I just wish he hadn’t done what he did. And I’m equally upset with Matteo over that. I asked him not to kill Donovan, and sure, he technically didn’t. But if Luke hadn’t done it, Matteo would have found someone who would. It took weeks for me to get him to admit that so we could move past it. And now that he has, we’re healing. And I had coffee with Luke the other day, so I think things are moving in the right direction. You being with Luke will help heal things faster.”

The front door opens, and I immediately stiffen until I catch the faint scent of Luke’s cologne. When he steps into the kitchen, he nods at all of us with a tired smile. “Ladies.”

“Wine?” I ask, lifting the bottle so he can see what kind it is.

He sheds his suit jacket, and my mouth waters as he rolls up his shirt sleeves. The man has spectacular arms.

“No thank you, Flower. A good meal is what I need.”

“Sorry,” I say with a grimace. “I speak four languages and I have a degree in psychology, but I can’t cook to save my life.”

Luke laughs. “And neither can Skylar. Unless Jeanie or one of the bodyguards can cook, I guess we’ll have to order something.”

“Hey, I can boil water,” Skylar protests.

Luke laughs. “Let’s not burn Matteo’s house down.”

“It’s my house too.” She sounds petulant, and it makes me smile.

“Oh really? Matteo said you were still holding out on moving in with him.”

“Yeah well, Matteo always gets his way. I’m keeping the penthouse at the Diamond Desire, though. I need a place that’s mine to crash between rehearsals and shows, and it makes no sense to come all the way out here.”

“Sensible. Why don’t you and Jeanie sort food? I’m going to steal Zara for a few minutes.”

“Let me get some earplugs,” Skylar teases.

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