If you're talking about the beauty that is the apartment I share with Claudia, then yes.
Aiden:
I can connect you with my agent.
Sophie:
No, no. The aftercare baskets of goodies are more than enough.
Aiden:
Our girl deserves to get spoiled.
Aiden:
Don't forget I left you my office key since we will be back and forth the next week or so.
Sophie:
I remember.
Aiden:
You aren't imposing, and you'd be utilizing an empty office.
Aiden:
I like the idea of you in our space.
Using their office for a bit would be better than the cramped situation she was looking at, but she couldn’t do that,could she?She typed out her reply.
Sophie:
When would be a good time for me to come get settled?
Aiden:
Tomorrow morning.
Sophie:
Thank you, Aiden. I appreciate this.
Aiden:
Anytime, little star.
Sophie put her phone down, and a wave of heat rushed over her as she remembered the nights with them. The sting of the flogger, the taste of Aiden, the demanding control in Zack’s gaze. She pressed her thighs together, a dull ache starting between them.
*
The next morning, Sophie navigated the sleek lobby of the Club Surrender building, her heels clicking on the polished marble floor. The elevator ride to the top floor was a silent, weightless ascent. When the doors slid open, she stepped directly into a spacious reception area, the city sprawling out behind a massive wall of windows.
“There she is,” Aiden murmured, his voice a low rumble. He didn't touch her, but his gaze was a physical thing, a warm weight on her skin. “Ready for the grand tour?”
Sophie smiled. “Will I make it through this one with all my clothes, Mr. Mackay? We have a track record.” She teased, slipping her hand in his. “Lead the way.”
He showed her through the main office, a space of clean lines, dark wood, and powerful technology. He led her to a smaller, private office tucked away at the end of a corridor. “This is all yours for as long as you need,” he said, pushing the door open. “My sanctuary when Zack’s being a tyrant.”
