Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Maddox doesn’t seem to be creepy. Certainly not boring. As for sex-starved? Hell, I was disappointed I didn’t get a kiss last night.
But I barely know the man. He could show his true colors tonight.
I’m just glad we’re meeting in a public place. I’ll be able to discreetly excuse myself if things go south.
I go into the break room and grab the dress out of my locker. I head into the women’s restroom and put it on.
I look good. Light blue has always been my color. It pops perfectly over my ivory skin and light hair. Truth be told, I really love what it does for my boobs. I’m a B-cup, but this dress pushes them up to a C-level appearance. Two slim straps hold the dress over my shoulders, showing off my arms, which I’m pretty proud of. I try to hit the gym twice a week to keep them toned. I usually only make it once a week during the winter, but so far my arms still look good.
I put on some stockings—it is winter, after all—and a pair of glossy black pumps to bring the look together. Sexy, but not slutty. The perfect balance for my first outing with the mysterious Maddox.
My hair was in a ponytail during my shift. I take my scrunchie out and let my hair flow down my bare shoulders. I grab a brush out of my locker and spend a few minutes working at it until it’s soft, silky, and shiny.
I can’t lie. I look pretty damned good.
I check my phone. It’s almost six. Maddox told me to meet him at the corner of Randolph and State. That’s maybe a ten-minute walk from where I am.
I grab my coat and scarf and head outside. The Chicago wind sneaks up my coat and hits every exposed piece of flesh that the dress fails to cover, but I grit my teeth against it. We’ll be someplace warm soon.
Actually, I don’t need any heat. Seeing Maddox sends a rush of blood through my entire body, warming me from head to toe.
He looks amazing. He’s in a dark-blue suit, a crisp white button-down with sapphire cufflinks peeking out from his sleeves, and a matching bowtie and dark bowler hat pulling the whole ensemble together.
Funny. Normally I don’t go for the bowtie look on a guy. It makes me think of Bill Nye the Science Guy. But on Maddox, it just works.
He’s not wearing an overcoat, so he must be freezing.
If that’s the case, I have no time to swoon over how delicious he looks. I walk up to him, smiling.
“Hey, Maddox.”
He grins at me. “Hey there, Alissa. How was work?”
I shrug. “Pretty boring. How about your day at the shop?”
“About the same. Not many customers this time of year.” He rakes his gaze over me. “You look beautiful.”
Another rush of warmth floods my body. “Thank you. So do you…” I frown. “I mean… You look very handsome. That’s a gorgeous suit.”
“Thanks. One of my favorites.” He offers me his arm. “Shall we?”
I place my hand on his bicep—God, even through his suit jacket I can tell it’s huge—and smile again at him. “We shall.”
He escorts me into a snow-covered alleyway to an unassuming black door. On it are carved four symbols. A spade, a diamond, a club, and a heart—the four playing card suits. Interesting.
My pulse pounds. I’m kind of freaked out. Maddox just led me down an abandoned alley and is about to take me through this strangely marked door. Is he going to abduct me, sell me into a human trafficking ring?
No. Maddox is a genuine guy. I have a pretty good radar about these things, and as sketchy as this door is, I don’t think Maddox would do anything to hurt me.
I hope I’m right.
Worst case, I have a small can of pepper spray in my bag.
Maddox knocks three times on the door, and it opens automatically. He steps back to let me enter ahead of him, but I don’t move.
“You coming?” he asks.
I’m still standing in the alleyway. I want to go in, but this isn’t me. I don’t go into strange places with men I’ve just met. The place doesn’t seem dangerous, but I can’t shake the feeling that something lifechanging lies within its walls. I’ve never been to an exclusive club before, and I have no idea what to expect.
And that feeling of uncertainty, of chance, even a slight hint of menace, is something I would normally turn away from.
But tonight, I’m enticed by it. Drawn to it.
I walk inside.
We enter a small room with a green shag carpet and several couches upholstered in what looks like white fur. A single black door, matching the one from the alleyway, is on the opposite wall.
At the rear of the room is a man sitting behind a pink desk. He’s bald, with a dark handlebar mustache. He’s wearing a purple pinstripe suit with no shirt on underneath, and I can’t tell how old he is. He could be twenty or he could be sixty—he has one of those preserved-looking, almost artificial faces.