I was daydreaming about my day’s adventures while Kayla related boring pieces of information to me that she had read on the internet. He’s rich. Blah. She couldn’t find out anything about his private life, but he never showed up at business events with a woman on his arms.
“If he hadn’t fucked you senseless I would think he was fucking gay.”
“Close the laptop now, I’m bored. Let’s watch a movie.”
“Oh hang on, what’s this? His name’s on a forum. Listen to this.
Henry Carter is the owner of a private members club in New York called S. Members are not allowed to divulge what the club is about which makes it seem a little bit forbidden and naughty. If anyone can shed light on this, please let us know.
“And does anyone?” I
asked.
“No.” Kayla sighed.
“Well, there you go. More pointless hearsay.”
“I want to go there.”
“Well you can’t can you, because it’s a private members club for which you’re not invited too.”
“I bet you could get us invited.”
I turned to her. “Oh yeah. How do you work that out?”
“Call him. You have his number through work.”
“I am not calling that man after what I did with him today. That would look needy.”
“Tiff, you’ve been in bed all afternoon, so you aren’t going to be in a rush to get to sleep. I’m bored of sitting and watching movies. Call him.”
“No!” I told her. “Now I’m going to the bathroom. Go grab us some snacks and pick a movie.”
I left the room. Sometimes Kayla could be a little too much. I hadn’t processed what had happened today yet. I hoped to god Henry didn’t report me to my employers. I started to feel nauseous. No, he wouldn’t? I had received the praising email from my employer. He loved every minute of it and was the instigator after all.
I walked back in to see Kayla shutting my laptop, with a guilty expression plastered on her face.
“What have you done?” I snapped.
“Promise you won’t get mad?”
“I’m already mad.” I took my laptop out of her hands, opened it back up and tried to see what she had been doing. “Tell me now.” I gave her scolded look that meant business.
“I only sent a little email.”
I clicked through to my sent folder and Kayla had messaged Henry in response to his anonymous email of before.
I read it.
I want to see the club.
I’m intrigued.
I breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank fuck that’s all you sent. I can live with that. I thought you were going to tell him I wanted his cock in my mouth or something.”
“Well, I might have done that but you came back in the room too fast so I just hit send.”
I shook my head. “Movie.” I demanded.