Page 13 of Craving Danger

It says she only wants to have a conversation with a man. There’s no mention of anything sexual or taboo.

Why would she pay such an exorbitant membership fee just to talk to men? Surely the woman has men throwing themselves at her feet?

My gaze returns to the monitor, and I watch as she sips her drink while glancing at the other members. Her partner looks awkward as fuck.

Nothing exciting happens, and they hardly talk to each other.

I check the folder again and see she’s paired with Doyle Gleason.

“Give me Mr. Gleason’s file,” I demand as my eyes return to the monitor.

The awkward pair are talking, but the conversation doesn’t last long before they’re watching the other members once more.

When Brian hands me Mr. Gleason’s file, I check what he wants from a partner. Seeing he’s open to conversations but would essentially like to find a sexual partner, I ask, “Who paired Mr. Gleason with Miss Blakely?”

“I did,” Brian answers. “They’re both new and open to having conversations.”

“He’s not her type,” I mutter.

“Miss Blakely was clear that she didn’t care what the man looked like.”

Really? Why though?

“Still. The man is fifteen years older than her. Next time, pair her with someone younger.”

“Yes, sir.”

I drop the files on the nearest desk, and walking out of the security room, I head to my office so I can get some work done.

My thoughts keep returning to my PA, who has managed to impress and shock me all in one day. I can’t fathom why someone like her would pay to have a conversation with a man.

Sitting at my desk, I stare at nothing in particular as I try to make sense of the enigma that’s my PA.

It can’t be because she’s lonely. The woman could walk into any bar or club, and she’ll have men clamoring to buy her a drink.

Not once has she given me the impression she’s shy.

Picking up my phone, I dial the extension for Brian.

“Yes, sir?”

“In the future, let me know when Miss Blakely makes an appointment and what her requests are.”

“Will do, sir.”

Ending the call, I force my attention back to my work and try to forget about my PA sitting in the main room of my club.

I emailed everything I need Miss Blakely to do first thing this morning because I won’t be in the office today.

Which is a good thing. I’m still processing the fact that she’s a member atParadiso,and for the life of me, I can’t figure out why such a beautiful woman would have a problem talking to men.

I mean, she’s fine giving me attitude all day long.

After I laid into her the other day, she came back swinging. Not once has she burst into tears like many of my previous assistants.

The woman is one hell of an enigma, and it’s piqued my curiosity.

Pulling up to the truck yard, I see Renzo leaning against the hood of his SUV.

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