I get lucky – no one’s around as I run up the stairs, my stupid heels clacking loudly as I go. I hurry into my room, pressing the door closed before I dash to the wardrobe and shove Ivan’s jacket into the back corner. I mean, it’s by no means a secret there but…whatever. It’s all I can do right now.
I take a deep breath as I sit on my bed, reaching down to unbuckle the clasp of my shoe and eyeing the lingerie still sitting on blankets. How the hell am I supposed to even get a corset on with no one to lace it –
“Welcome home, Fay.”
I shriek and leap up from my bed, spinning around looking for the source of the voice, which has a slight mechanical tone – but there’s no one here –
“Please get changed,” the voice says again, and I recognize it as Kent’s voice as I narrow in on the source – the intercom on the wall, by the door. God, I hadn’t even known that it worked. “When you’re ready, go upstairs to the third floor. I’ll meet you there in fifteen minutes.”
I go perfectly still, my eyes wide as I stare at the intercom and start to comprehend his words.
The…the third floor? With the locked door?
What the hell is up there?
There’s a long pause and then the voice comes again.
“Are you there, Fay? Do you understand?”
I stumble into action, crossing the room and hesitating as I push the red button on the intercom, hoping it’s the right one. “Um,” I say awkwardly. “Okay? Sure?”
“Good,” he replies immediately, pleased. There’s a long pause before he continues. “I’m looking forward to it.”
My hands are shaking as I step back from the speaker. Hell, my whole body is shaking now.
Because as great as my night with Ivan was, it was always leading to…this.
Kent.
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