Chapter 4
Damon
She is making me wait. It is almost six minutes past noon, and Miss Barry has not called me into her office yet. I'm sitting in one of the leather armchairs in the waiting area right next to her door, checking and rechecking the time like an idiot. It's not like I have to be anywhere, but I despise tardiness. This is a matter of principle.
There's not a single soul around. The dark and somewhat gloomy halls of Violent Delights are dead silent. The walls are painted dark red, adorned with black and white photographs set in black frames. They are pictures of some of the girls who work here, or used to work here. I recognize quite a few of them.
I get up from my seat, driven by the same unrest that has tormented me all my life. Sitting still, waiting—I hate it. I roam the hall, slowly walking past the photographs lined up on the wall, inspecting every single one of them as if I'm seeing them for the first time. For some of them, it’s true. It's been a while since I last stepped foot inside the agency. The last time I was here must have been the day I introduced myself to the madam as a potential client. Miss Barry prides herself and this agency in exclusivity, and it's not just the girls who are vetted through a thorough application process, but the clients as well. Only the best can work for Violent Delights, and only the best—and wealthiest—can enjoy the services they offer.
All of which makes this fucking waiting game even worse. I check the time again, realizing that less than five minutes have passed since I last checked. This is going too far.
I turn then on my heel, facing the door to Miss Barry's office to my left. I can no longer tolerate this waiting game. Whatever, or whoever, is keeping her busy enough to forget about her appointment with me will just have to leave her the fuck alone right this second. I don't have time for this.
The angry thudding heels of my heavy shoes echo against the dark walls of the hall when I approach the door to her office. Just as I'm about to impatiently hammer my knuckles against the door, it swings open right in front of me. I freeze mid-motion, my hand still lifted in preparation to knock. My eyes are mesmerized by the vision standing in front of me.
Piercing blue eyes lock onto mine. Framed by fake, deep black lashes, they contrast the platinum-blonde hair and porcelain skin of the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. She's tall, very tall for a woman, and towers over the madam, who is standing right next to her, by almost four inches. Both of them are wearing high heels, but I can tell that this knockout beauty would be tall even without the added inches. Still, she needs to tilt her head back to meet my eyes.
The navy suit that hugs her slim frame emphasizes her fair skin and artificial blonde waves. Her pouty lips are painted light pink, matching the overall ensemble perfectly.
"Mr. Graves," I hear Miss Barry saying. "I'm sorry for making you wait!"
I acknowledge her with a quick nod, unable to tear my eyes away from the girl standing next to her. How have I never seen her before? Is she new? Did she just have her introductory meeting with Miss Barry?
I will have to inquire about her after we're done with whatever business Miss Barry wants to discuss with me today.
The ethereal beauty casts me a quick look. There is no smile, just an unreadable and somewhat apathetic expression on her gorgeous face as she slips past me out the door and into the waiting area.
I can't help but move with her, turning around and pinning my gaze on her backside as she hurries off.
"Please, come in."
Miss Barry's voice is coming from behind me, drawing my attention back to reality.
I turn to her in an instant, a polite smile gracing my face as I follow her gesture to come in and take a seat.
"Again, I'm really sorry to make you wait, Mr. Graves," she says after we've taken our seats. "You know this isn't how we usually treat our clients."
I nod quietly, crossing my legs as I lean back, casting her an expectant look. "You said there's an opportunity you'd like to discuss with me?"
She smiles then and fixes her tight-fitting blazer, a sign of nervous tension that doesn't escape me.
"Yes, I actually have quite exciting news," she begins, her gaze locked onto mine. "As you may or may not know, our agency has done really well for itself the past few years. We've been growing every month, attracting more and more high-profile clients such as yourself, and employing extraordinary talents, only providing the best—"
"Let's skip the marketing talk," I say, twirling my hand in an impatient gesture. "Why don't we get to the point, Miss Barry?"
She clears her throat, nodding in understanding, but arching her eyebrows for a split second, displaying just the slightest hint of annoyance.
"We want to expand," she states simply. "So far, Violent Delights is nothing more than an exclusive—very exclusive—escort agency, providing companionship and pleasure, but there is no place to live out your fantasies in safe and suitable surroundings."
She pauses, fixating me with her gaze to make sure I'm still listening. I urge her to continue with another twirl of my left hand.
"This is how we want to improve our service," Miss Barry continues. "We want to expand our business by providing a space for our clients and girls to meet in a relaxed atmosphere, surrounded by lavish luxuries, exotic beauty, and unimaginable pleasure. There will be a bar, a lounge area, and well, of course, some rooms to retreat for private or semi-private adventures."
She winks at me, trying to evoke a reaction.
"So, you want to open up a sex club?"
She scoffs and shakes her head.
"I prefer the term 'kink' club," she says. "But no, it's more than that. First of all, our premises will be very different from an ordinary club. Bigger, more beautiful, equipped with everything you could ever dream of—and more. There will be rooms specifically assigned for certain pleasures and fantasies, and they will not be accessible to everybody."
She stops, flinching as if she just remembered something important.
"Speaking of accessibility," she adds. "The club itself will have a new level of exclusivity. Not all of our clients will have access to it."
"I thought the agency's customer files were already selective and exclusive? Isn't that what you always tell me?"
"Yes, they are," she concurs, nodding. "And still, we're not approaching all of our clients to become a part of this new endeavor. You see… the opportunity I was speaking of is more than just enjoying something new. It's about becoming a part of it."
Realization dawns when our eyes meet, and I see the request written on her face without her saying the words out loud.
"You want me to become a part of it, huh?" I repeat. "That means… you want me to invest in this? Help you make it a reality."
She shrugs.
"To be quite frank, Mr. Graves, we can make this a reality without your financial assistance," she says, trying to sound nonchalant. "I'm merely presenting a business opportunity for you. I'm convinced that your investment in The Velvet Rooms would benefit not just us, but you as well. And it would come with early and exclusive access to something very, very special."
"The Velvet Rooms?"
"Yes, that's what we're going to call it," Miss Barry affirms, smiling proudly.
I sigh, shifting in my seat while I contemplate her offer. It's hard to deny that it does sound intriguing. Of course it does. It's new, it's exotic, it's exclusive. It speaks to me and my never-ending hunger for more.
But I'm not ready to say yes just yet. Every investment has to be considered thoroughly, especially when I just recently decided to put a lot of money into yet another opportunity that lured me in with its own promise of newness.
"I will need more information before I reach a decision," I respond. "And I need to see your business plan."
A smile blossoms on her face. "Of course, Mr. Graves. That goes without saying. I will have more for you in a week or two. Pictures, plans of the premises, a business plan."
I nod.
"Sounds good. I'll be waiting to hear from you then," I tell her, rising from my seat so suddenly that she jerks in surprise before following suit.
I'm about to make my way out of her office when I remember something.
"One last question," I say, turning back to her. "The blonde girl who was here before me—who was she? Does she work for you? How come I've never seen her on file when I asked for a new 'talent,' as you call them?"
The smile on Miss Barry's face tells me that she's not surprised at my question. Of course not. She saw the way my eyes lingered on the girl's backside as she walked away. Only an idiot would have missed my obvious interest, and Miss Barry is not an idiot.
"Yes, she's one of ours," she replies. "But she hasn't accepted new clients in a while. That's why we never shopped her around."
"I see," I utter, a disgusting flash of jealousy spreading through my veins. I couldn't have her, but others could. I fucking hate that.
"However," Miss Barry adds, leaning forward while observing my reaction to her words. "There's a good chance that you might see more of her—if you decide to get involved with our new endeavor."
"The Velvet Rooms? She's going to be a part of that?"
Miss Barry casts me a mischievous look before she shrugs, a devious smile appearing on her face.
"Maybe."