Page 51 of Elicit (Decadence After Dark)

Aw, my little boy is all grown up and going out into the world.

“About time you grew a pair!” I yell.

“Keep talking and your pair will be a painful memory!” his voice carries.

I walk out of Kayne’s room overly amused and slam right into his broad chest. “Didn’t you just leave?”

“I forgot something.” He pulls a black phone out of his back pocket. “If it rings, answer it. It’s the only number Javier will call.”

“Burner?”

Kayne nods.

“On it.”

“We shouldn’t have to worry about it until tomorrow, but you never fucking know.”

“I’ll sleep with it taped to my chest,” I assure him.

Kayne nods again, the weight of the world reflecting in his unique blue eyes.

“Don’t wait up.”

I beam. “That’s my boy. Go get ’em, tiger.”

“Dear god, shut up!” Kayne snaps, stalking down the hallway.

I chuckle to myself. Tooooo easy.

I sit cross-legged in the middle of my dojo, finally able to absorb the tranquility. In this room, I can find my mental silence, regain my balance, and reach a higher state of awareness. Meditation is my drug. London is my addiction.

Two very different things that have the same effect. Both alter my consciousness like a narcotic.

Inhaling and exhaling fluidly, I clear my mind and mentally prepare for what’s to come. Tomorrow morning, I’ll sit down and inform the girls that we’ll be having a house guest. I wanted to wait until the last possible second to tell them to avoid added stress. The less they know, the better. I don’t want Javier’s presence to interfere with business, so I’m attempting a quick, smooth transition. No time to slow down and analyze—just go, go, go.

We’ll see how well that works out.

From what Kayne has told me, Javier has little regard for the opposite sex and even less for a slave. Which none of my girls are. And he’d better realize that.

I have zero tolerance for violence against women, especially my women.

The floor creaks softly, and I suppress a smirk. I wonder if she has any idea I know she’s here. She’s been prowling around the room for the last five minutes. I continue to sit with my eyes closed, sensing her every move. When she’s so close I can smell her, I hear the snap.

I pop open my eyes to find a large lens pointed in front of my face.

“What are you doing?” I ask, trying not to smile like a goof.

“Thirty-day photo challenge,” London informs me, snapping away.

“What’s today’s challenge? The art of deception?”

“No.” She drops the camera for a split second so I can see her cheerful face, then covers it with the black body, and the shutter clicks away. “Something interesting.”

“You find me interesting?”

“You are by far the most interesting man I’ve ever met.”Snap, snap, snap.

“I take that as the highest compliment coming from you.”

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