No. Fuck. What am I getting into? She’s Kyle’s girl. I will not be fucking her, no matter what.
Betty takes Madison backstage and returns a moment later to collect Damiano and me. Her voice is brisk with concern. “Room Two. She seems a bit rattled. I’m trusting you both to know the routine and follow club policies surrounding consent.”
Damiano gives her an outraged look.
“Save it, Damiano.” Betty huffs and holds out a gold collar that matches Madison’s belly chain. “You can be offended all you want, but I’m not doing my job if I don’t remind people from time to time.”
“We understand, of course.” I take the collar and squeeze her shoulder in gratitude as we walk past. “Thanks, Betty.”
Damiano mutters under his breath, but he adds, “Thank you, Betty. I understand.”
He’s extremely proud of his adherence to protocols of consent. I get it, because I am, too. Reminders never hurt, though.
I stop in front of the door to Room Two. Madison is behind this door. I hold a collar in my hand, to make her ours.
This is happening, even if I refuse to fuck her. I won’t even touch her—I can’t.
I step quietly into the room, Damiano on my heels.
Madison looks up, her gorgeous green eyes wide. Is she nervous? I want to put her at ease, but why should I? She’s auctioning off her body. Technically, she’s auctioning off “two hours” of her company. Buying and selling sex is illegal in California.
But we all know the true aim.
She’s holding her robe tight around herself. I wonder why she’s hiding after I just stared at her naked on that stage.
“Miss M.” I keep my voice level.
“Seth, I’m sorry, I didn’t know you’d be here?—”
I hold up a hand. “Miss M, I have some instructions for you.”
Her mouth falls open in surprise. “Seriously, Seth?”
“In this room, you’ll call me Sir.”
Kyle would kill me. I should be dead right now. This is wrong, so fucking wrong. And yet I feel an inevitable pull between Madison and me, drawing me closer and closer.
“Miss M, do you have a problem with my instructions?”
“No, Sir.” She shakes her head. “What do I call your friend?”
“You’ll call me Sir as well.” Damiano shoots me a look I can’t discern. He’s wondering how I know Miss M, and what the fuck is going on. I can’t tell him. Fuck, I can’t even explain it to myself. All I know is I have an aching, insistent desire to possess the young woman in front of us.
The widow of my dead brother.
Fuck.
I can’t afford to look uncertain, or this whole night falls apart.
“Now.” I fold my arms over my chest and lean against the wall. “What do you think about letting me watch you fuck my friend Damiano?”
3
MADISON
He looks so pleased with himself. And he should be. Seth Colton is distinguished, commanding, handsome. So freaking hot. Imposing in his well-tailored suit. My best friend and maid of honor lost her absolute mind over Seth at my wedding. He, of course, didn’t even notice her. He thought we were children.
I remember him shouting that at Kyle. “The two of you are eighteen years old. You shouldn’t be getting married!”
