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personal questions asked.”
    “Of course, I’ll look them over and we’ll see what I can do to assist you.”
    As I make us both a scotch on the rocks, I look into the mirror catching a glimpse of her biting down on her lower lip. Ordinarily this would be a turn on for me, a sign of gratification that is a visual cue for me to tighten the restraints while trailing a riding crop down the quivering torso of my submissive. Imaging the perfect female body shivering beneath me as I create a sense of pleasure they’ve never experienced has me wanting to get the hell out of here and to The Club . I’m desperately in need of a warm body and tonight I will find one willing to release their sexual needs to me.
    With both drinks in hand, I make my way over to the couch placing the glasses onto the table separating Ashley and me. Her arm extends out toward the glass, her cherry red nail polish catching my attention. This woman is sex on fire from the tips of her perfectly blonde hair, her mesmerizing eyes all the way to the heels of her stilettos.
    For the next hour, we sip on our scotch while I review the contracts. Taking a step outside of the magazine is a stretch for her and I’m not certain why she’s doing it, but as her attorney I’m willing to push all questions aside and provide her with the changes needed to accommodate all of her requests. As we finish up, Ashley collects all of her documents and places them into her briefcase.
    “Thank you again, Connor, for all of your help. I don’t know what I’d do without you. Not only as my attorney, but as a friend as well,” she says standing from the couch, handing me her now empty glass.
    “Ashley, am I sensing emotion coming from that cold black heart of yours?” I ask with a wicked smirk.
    “Don’t push your luck, Connor Samson, I’m simply informing you of how grateful I am to have you by my side. If you’re going to be an asshole about it, I’ll keep my thoughts to myself,” she retorts while crossing her arms along her chest.
    Moving to her side, I place a soft kiss to her cheek. She’s right, there are not many people I’ve allowed into my life, having her as a confidante means more to me than she’ll ever know. I’m just not willing to get soft about it. Instead I’ll sit back and watch as she slowly lets her walls down to me.
    “Will I be seeing you later?” she asks stepping away from my hold.
    “Yes, of course. I need to go home first, but I will most certainly be seeing you later,” I respond putting our glasses into the sink and moving toward my desk.
    “Have you thought anymore about bringing a guest with you next week?” she asks in a hesitant tone.
    She knows very well I don’t participate in bringing someone with me to The Club’s monthly member invitation. There’s too much of a risk for me to share my personal life with anyone I know on a professional level, except her.
    “I know what you’re thinking, Ashley, but I prefer to meet and greet woman sexually at the club. There’s no need for me to invite a guest; however, if you have someone in mind who would pique my interest, I’m always willing to satisfy a new pet.”
    “I’ll see what I can do, all mighty one,” she giggles as my eyes glance up to see her about to leave.
    “Wait a moment and I’ll walk you out,” I remark grabbing my briefcase and walking in her direction toward the door.
    She smiles back to me and loops her arm with mine as we exit my office. Now that the day is officially through, I mentally walk away from my profession and prepare for my evening of pleasure at The Club .
     

Pushing the tendrils of falling hair out of my face, I zip up my camera bag before falling down onto the soft, mustard yellow couch in my office. Leaning my head back I close my eyes and rest for just a second. Today has been one of the busiest days I’ve had in a long time. After shooting four different models, six wardrobe changes a piece and an irate editor, I’m seriously