Page 133 of Tantalizing Kings

They make me feel sexy and powerful, wanted and desired. Arrangement aside, they want me. Maybe not for anything more than sex, but somehow I don’t feel used by it. We’re all getting something out of it, even if it’s just sexual gratification. Plus, they’ve been upfront about everything... well, mostly.

It’s lunch on a Friday and I’m doing my regular Host Club duties. The clients no longer look at me oddly, becoming used to seeing me as a fixture in this place. I’m not too sure how I feel about that.

It’s not that I don’t enjoy this job, and I’m going to be sad when my part of the deal is settled. It’s just something I’ve gotten used to as a part of my life. I go to school, do my work and at lunch I come here, go back to classes, then hang out with my friends. When I’m not doing that, I’m at the chapel in Preston’s presence, hanging out with Declan in his dorm or having Collin following me around like a lost puppy.

After giving some of the clients their tea, I bring the empty tray back over to the cart by Preston’s desk.

“Ah, is there anything else you need done?” I ask. Normally, I’d just walk around the room and check in on the clients, but Preston has been glaring at this laptop for a while now. Whatever he’s working on seems to be stressing him out.

“A coffee. Two creams and sugar,” he mutters, not fully paying attention as he lets out a frustrated sigh before his fingers start to frantically type.

It’s the first time this week he hasn’t spent the lunch hour watching me as I moved around the room.

Every time I’d caught him looking, he never looked away. He would just stare back at me with this intense look in his eye. I don’t know if he was mad at me or wanted to fuck me. Maybe both?

He doesn’t just watch me here, but at the chapel too. Normally, he would look out at the forest and get lost in thought or do his school work. But lately it’s been spent with his eyes on me, making me become a lot more self-conscious.

Tomorrow is our time. And I know it’s not going to be like it was with Grayson or Declan. Hell, not even like Collin.

There’s a darkness to him that I have no doubt he carries over into the bedroom. He owns a sex club; does that mean he partakes in the BDSM lifestyle like Declan does?

Is he a dom, or does he just enjoy control on his own terms?

“Sadie.” My name has me jolting out of my thoughts, the coffee cup clanking against the saucer it’s placed on.

“Sorry,” I mumble as I rush over to Preston, careful not to spill any of the hot coffee. He looks up from his laptop when I stand next to him, and I hold out the cup for him to take.

“Thank you,” he grunts lowly.

This is the first time he’s really thanked me for... well, anything.

“You’re welcome,” I reply, and when his fingers brush against mine as he takes the cup, I feel this low burning in my belly.

I suck in a breath as his fingers linger, my eyes flicking up to his. He’s watching me again with that all consuming stare of his.

My heart start to race as my palms grow sweaty. His blond hair is hanging down on his forehead, and my fingers itch to brush it back. When his tongue flicks out to run along his lower lip, a fire sparks in my core.

“I-I gotta go to the bathroom,” I blurt like a damn idiot turning around and speed walking my way out of the room.

When the doors close behind me, I curse at myself. “What the hell is wrong with me?” I groan.

I don’t really need the bathroom, I just needed some damn air because he has this way of sucking it right out of my lungs and making me dizzy.

Not wanting to go back into the Host Club room yet, I head toward the stairwell a few doors down.

It’s empty and quiet, giving me a chance to get my head on straight. I take a seat on the steps, tucking my skirt under my tights to keep them off the cold stone.

My belly is still tingling with the warm sensation of arousal, and I’m annoyed with myself for being turned on right now. But damn it, Preston just has that effect on me. They all do.

I’m horny, my panties are wet, and I’m uncomfortable. To distract myself, I grab my phone out of my blazer pocket and check my emails.

There’s some from a few of my professors about some class assignments, a confirmation email from my therapist for our meeting, but I keep scrolling until I see one that's from me.

Brows furrowed, I click on it, wondering what I would have sent myself. When the email opens, I see that it’s a video file, and my eyes widen.

Shit, it’s the video I found on Preston’s computer.

Biting my lower lip, my thumb hovers over the video. I shouldn’t watch it. It’s a bad idea.

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