Cosette stands, slings her bag over her shoulder, and smiles at me. “See you tonight, then?”
I nod. “Tonight. Thank you, Cosette.”
As she walks to the exit, we follow her. “And one more thing.”
Turning around to face me, she nods. “Yes?”
I keep my voice low. “I want to keep a low profile with Savannah. She’s here for a reason, and I don’t want to put her safety at risk.”
“Of course, sir,” Cosette says, inclining her head. “I understand.”
“Thank you.” I shut the door behind her.
“Do they all call you that?” I turn to see Savannah standing behind me, her arms crossed over her chest. I have no idea what she’s talking about. She has little wisps of hair on her face and clothes. I reach over and brush it off her nose.
“Call me what?”
“Sir.Since when have you gone from Thayer toSir?”
Is she jealous? She’s totally jealous.
“I’m the owner of a kinky sex club, Savannah,” I say in a low voice. “Yes, of course they call me Sir. Not only out of respect but because it’s who I am here. Many of our clients don’t even use their names. I don’t demand it, though. Sometimes, Thayer works just as well.”
I take her by the hand and lead her to the bathroom. “We have to go to a meeting shortly. You’ll need to clean up and get your wig on before we go.”
I wish she was mine. She wouldn’t be showering by herself. I’d join her, wash her hair and body and choose her clothes. But she isn’t mine, and she isn’t ready for any of that yet.
So I let her go.
Nodding, she steps into the bathroom and grabs a towel. “I’ll be ready quickly. Thayer?”
“Yes?”
She steps out of her clothes, giving me a quick glance at her absolutely perfect body, before stepping into the steaming shower.
“Have you and Cosette ever been a thing?”
I normally don’t talk about my past or my relationships, but I feel she deserves to know the truth.
“No. I don’t ever get personal with women who work for me.”
She sticks her head out of the shower. “So that crosses me off the potential hire list, eh?”
I give her a withering look that for some reason makes her giggle before she goes back into the shower.
“Oh my God!”
I can’t see her through the fogged glass of the shower door.
“What?”
I’m sliding the glass shower door open before she can respond. Hot water drenches me immediately.
“My hair!” she gasps. “It’s soshort! There’s like nothing to lather!”
I breathe more easily, but it doesn’t stop me from slapping her wet ass. I enjoy my red handprint on her naked skin.
“You scared me. Thought something was wrong.”
