I sent a text the next morning.
She needs more.
It took an hour, by which time I wondered if I was being ignored, but then a reply came back.
So much more. She’s ready.
I call Greens and explain that there’s a problem at the condo I’m in the process of purchasing and that I will need Miss Harris to meet me so we can solve it. They must have sent her a message right away.
Tiffany: There is no problem at that condo is there? What do you want?
H: I want to talk to you about something. It has to be in person.
Tiffany: I won’t tell anyone what I saw at the club. I would be grateful if you would extend the same courtesy.
H: The Club is entirely confidential. What happens in the club…
Tiffany: Stays in the club, right? Well, I was just curious about the rooms. I have a boyfriend. I’m happy.
H: I’m glad you’re happy. I just need to talk to you about something. I promise I won’t touch you.
Tiffany: Okay.
H: Unless you beg me to…
Chapter 12
Tiffany
This time I made sure I was dressed in a dark black pant suit. I added ankle boots. I had a pale pink blouse beneath the jacket of the suit, but the jacket was wrap style and mostly covered me apart from a flash of pink at the neck. I straightened my hair and left it down. I looked as conservative and professional as I could. I didn’t want H thinking that I was there for him to fuck again. I was with Brandon now.
As I entered the condo lobby my mind flashed back to the time in the apartment. Why did he not want a repeat performance? Was I not good enough? Was that it? Why I’m here? He wanted to give me some pointers so I could satisfy Brandon better? Who the fuck knew. The best thing I could do was go to the apartment.
When I got to the correct floor and walked to the condo door, it was already unlocked. I walked through to the room and found H standing at the window. He was dressed in jeans and a tee. My heart leapt and my pussy got wet. Traitorous heart. Traitorous core. He looked so much younger, dressed casually. He ran a hand through his blond hair.
“Tiffany. Thank you for coming.” His voice was thick and husky.
I nodded. At a loss for words.
“So, I guess you’re wondering why you’re here?”
I swallowed, trying to make my throat wet enough to speak.
“Just tell me what you need, so I can go. I have a lot of work to do and then I’m meeting Brandon.”
“Ah, yes. Mr. Bailey. The one you’re in love with.” H looked back out of the window. “But he’s not enough is he? Not on his own. You need more.”
My eyes narrowed. “What are you talking about?”
“The club. Last night. I watched you watching the three of us. I saw you make yourself come. You liked thinking of two men fucking you, didn’t you?”
“No. I didn’t do any such thing. You’re imagining things.”
“So why, when you got home did you go to see Mr. Bailey and let him fuck you with his cock and a dildo to imagine what it’s like?”
My jaw dropped, my heart plummeted to the floor and I stared at H.
“Are you spying on me? What the fuck is going on?”