Page 14 of Lies You Told
Our client won’t look Greyson’s way, and it speaks a thousand words, her silence. Instead, she goes quiet. Greyson sits back in his chair, assessing the table in front of him. The meeting goes according to plan. Our client signed an NDA, which is the only thing she wasn’t too happy about. Our investigator told us she’s been talking to some magazines, wanting her five minutes of fame. I can only imagine Chloe doesn’t know, or I’m sure the offer would have been dramatically lower.
Chloe takes one last sip of her water bottle, finishing it. I imagine the things she could do to me with those lips.
Woah! Where the fuck did that come from?
Chloe looks at me funny like she’s trying to figure out what I’m thinking. Thank god she can’t read my mind.
Bryan clears his throat at the other end of the table, and everyone gets up to leave the meeting.
“Chloe, Ms. Lawson,” I correct myself. “You got a minute?”
Her eyes go a little wider, but only for a second. Nobody else probably noticed. She picks her purse up, putting it over her shoulder. Her body language tells me she already has one foot out the door.
“What do you want?” She asks as I fight back a laugh.
“About last night…”
“Look, Jaxson. I’ve heard it all before. Mostly from you. I couldn’t care less what you think of me. You are nobody to me. If we come up against each other again, we’ll remain civil. But I swear to god, Jaxson, if you start spreading shit about me again, we’re going to have a problem.”
My assistant leaves my office, closing the door behind her. It’s been days, but the look on Chloe’s face is still with me. She looked hurt, but she still had that fight in her. The fight in her takes me back to our days at Harvard when we competed weekly. Both wanting to be top of our class. I’d never in a million years admit this to anyone, but Chloe is the reason I’m the guy I am today. We pushed each other. Like neither of us had been pushed before, at least on my end, But I cannot get those images out of my head.
A far cry from the woman I know. The Chloe I, well, I thought I knew, didn’t have a submissive bone in her body. But seeing her submit like that… I never thought Chloe would be intothisstuff. I’ve wanted to go back every night to the club, on the off chance I'd see her like that again. But I’ve stayed away. I could walk into any bar surrounding our building and find many available women, but I wouldn’t be allowed to be me. Sure, they’d let me dominate. But not in the way Ineed. I need the control. I need to know the woman in front of me is allowing me to be my true self. Every kinky crumb of me.
JH: I need you to add me to the list tonight.
HS: Will you bring a guest?
JH: No. I need you to match me up with someone.
HS: Okay. I’ll cross reference your limits with other guests tonight.
An hour later, I got another message just as I closed my desk for the weekend.
HS: Okay. I have you matched up with someone.
HS: She’s been a member for some time. She should meet your tastes.
I pocket my phone and lock my office door before I head for the elevator on the far side of the building. Most of the office is deserted. No surprises there. It’s Friday night, for crying out loud. Two guys come out of the copier room, and I nod their way.
“Don’t work too late, guys,” I say. I still don’t know most of the people on our floor. I’ve only worked with a handful of associates and paralegals.
“We’ll be on our way out soon,” one of the guys shouts as he switches off the lamp on his desk.
Iwalk through the door into the main bar and public play area. I went home before coming tonight. The club gave me a list of my partners' hard and soft limits. Jacob said he was going to introduce us.
He waves me over from the far side of the bar, where he’s sat with another member I’ve seen here before. I still don’t know many people here, just like at the office.
“Water,” I tell the bartender, and he nods, moving down the bar to get it. “What can you tell me about her?” I’m nervous, and I don’t know if this is a good thing or a bad thing. It's an unusual feeling for me. My body is on high alert. I know it’s because of Chloe. My body is wondering if she is here tonight.
I hear heels clacking on the floor, approaching us from behind me.
“Here she is…” Jacobs smiles, moving towards her and embracing her with a hug. “Jax, this is Chloe.”
I turn around just in time to see the shocked expression on her face before she runs off toward the locker room. Not before I saw her in a similar figure-hugging dress she wore to my office a couple of days ago.
Jacob gives me a panicked look before running after her.
I pull a seat up at the bar. This is about to get very interesting. Especially since Jacob told me, he had matched me up with someone.
