But I can’t get anything else done, either, with Rowan running through my mind on an endless loop. The feel of her, the taste of her skin. The sweetness of her sighs, her moans, even when she wants to pretend she’s not as turned on as I am.
If anything, breaking her will makes the whole thing hotter. Knowing she can’t resist me no matter how she fights it. I know the feeling. I’ve struggled to resist her since the night I first laid eyes upon her, and I haven’t been successful yet.
It might be better to get her out of my system quickly. Once the possibility of being with her is solidly in the past, it will be easier to forget her. The option will no longer be there. The temptation is removed from my subconscious, where it insists on plaguing me.
I summon Rick to my office around mid-afternoon, after waiting as long as humanly possible. He drove Rowan here the day of her examination, so he knows where to find her. “Pick up Rowan and bring her to me.” He nods once before turning and leaving the room. Rick’s one of my longtime employees, part bodyguard, part driver. He doesn’t need to be told more than once to do something, which is one reason he’s remained in my employ this long.
I hate having to repeat myself.
Now that I know she’s on her way, I can get back to business. The club’s books sit in front of me—both of them, the one we use for IRS purposes and the one recording our true numbers. While I trust my accountants, there’s nothing like the threat of me reviewing their work to keep them honest.
And the only people who fully trust their accountants are the ones who either end up robbed blind or imprisoned for some stupid mistake. I won’t be either of those people. Even making certain all of my employees are generously compensated isn’t enough to guard against trouble down the road, and I know it.
Everything looks good from where I’m sitting. The money we take in from big-ticket customers like Glen and his ilk is carefully concealed in membership fees for individuals who don’t exist. According to these “official” books, we do brisk business but nothing over the top.
Of course, this isn’t my only business. It’s one of many, none of which are exactly legal. Neither is paying for sex, but that’s what membership fees are for. They’re our way around sticky legal problems.
It isn’t until I glance at the clock and find a half-hour has passed that I start wondering what’s taking Rick so long. I’ve been to her apartment, and it’s not more than ten minutes from the club, even with traffic. She might need time to prepare herself, come to think of it.
And if that’s what’s taking so long, I can only fantasize about how to punish her once she’s with me. Didn’t I warn her? She has to be ready for me whenever I want her.
A few minutes pass before my cell rings. It’s Rick, and instantly my instincts tell me something’s off. He wouldn’t call unless there was an emergency or something like that. “What?” I bark into the phone, already put off from having to wait.
“Uh… She’s not coming out.”
I stand abruptly enough to knock my chair against the credenza behind the desk. “I know you didn’t just say that.”
“I’m sorry, boss, but she says she can’t. She won’t even open the door for me.”
My free hand clenches into a fist which I slam against the desk. I’ve waited long enough, and she has the nerve to make me wait longer. I was too easy on her the last time, treating her the way I did. I gave her the idea she has a say in this arrangement.
That will have to be rectified.
“I’ll be there in a few minutes. Don’t leave her door. If she doesn’t want to come out, I’ll have to go in—so make sure she stays in there until I show.” I end the call, already halfway down the stairs, my irritation rising with every step.
I’m a busy man. She knows this. Does she think this is some sort of game? Was I not clear enough in my instructions? When I want her, she’s available to me. It isn’t difficult.
Now, I have to take time out of my day to fetch her, like she’s a goddamn queen. I wonder if I should’ve included an engraved invitation for Rick to slide under her door. Perhaps a red carpet for her to walk over on her way to the car.
I fire off the address to another one of my drivers, one I don’t trust as much as I do Rick. To think he’s not able to get her out of her apartment. I shudder to think what a clusterfuck any of my less-experienced men would turn this into. At least he had the presence of mind to call me rather than trying to force her out and inspiring a neighbor to call the police.
It takes all of eight minutes to reach her building. I spot one of our SUVs outfront, telling me Rick stayed put as instructed. No cop cars, so the situation hasn’t escalated.
Good thing, since I’d have to take any hush money paid to the cops out of the amount I already paid her. Better yet, I would tack the amount onto her debt, maybe get an extra encounter out of it. The idea doesn’t exactly piss me off—in fact, my cock starts to stir at the thought—but I dismiss it as I step onto the sidewalk. It wouldn’t be worth the hassle.
Rick stands up straighter when I reach her door, shrugging his thick shoulders in a helpless gesture. “Like I said, she’s in there, but she ain’t coming out.”
Maybe for him. “Thank you, Rick. You can wait out by the car.” He’s not a smart man, but he knows better than to stick around.
I knock hard on the door. “Rowan. It’s Lucian. Open the door.”
She must’ve been waiting on the other side, her voice louder than I expected. “I can’t. I’m sorry.”
What is it about her voice? Or is it the way she’s enunciating? Either way, she sounds slightly off. “Are you ill? What’s this about?”
“I just can’t, is all. I’m sorry. Give me a few days, please.”
She’s lisping. I don’t know what it means, only that her stubbornness is pissing me off worse than ever. Not to mention the fact that she won’t let me see her. Either she’s hiding something or…
