Tori’s POV I’d been wondering about his second-in-command and why I had never seen him at the club. “Who’s catering? Because I know a deluxe service in town which doesn’t charge over the odds.” “Typical of my financial adviser.” He grinned. “His mate, Laura, is organising that side of things.” “I’m not a waitress,” I pointed out. “Knowing you, Tori, you’d excel at that as well. However, on this occasion I want you to be my official plus one.” My mind went blank. What could I say? “Like an escort, you mean?” “Hardly, Tori,” he said. I was enthused now, even if it would have been preferable to mingle with his pack members in a neutral uniform and carrying a tray of drinks. This would be a great opportunity to find out more about the North Shore pack. Yet, in effect, he was paying me to act as his girlfriend. Tough job, though I’d never have a better chance to suss out whether he was guilty or not. Partygoers tended to gossip and become loud when they’d had a lot to drink, and m
Tori’s POVThe Dom in question was Oscar. I’d seen him around though he never said much. He was using Susan to demonstrate signals and positions to an audience of females, as I had expected.“What am I looking for this time?” I whispered.“Women who won’t make the cut.”Calvin was wearing leather pants and a black shirt.“How will I know?”“Put yourself in their position, Tori.”I hoped he didn’t mean that literally. Empathy was something I could do. If it saved the club money that was a bonus.The Alpha was gradually giving me more responsibility and more of an insight into this kind of scene. I have to admit, even though I’d lied at that first meeting when I told him it intrigued me, there was a small part of me which was curious.Why did women sign up for this kind of thing? Did they have a past trauma or just a strange fetish?I was dragged into it when one of the observers balked at trying it out. Had he somehow anticipated this?“What about her, the bruised one?” she asked, poin
Calvin’s POVSurely she must be aware of my interest by now. I wanted her in my bed, even if it was just the once: my rules. Yet that vulnerability made me want to kill whoever had put it there.I could sense her reluctance to be seen in my company. Was it partly because of the boss/employee relationship as she had implied? No, there was something more, something I hoped I was wrong about.When I mentioned having dinner together her face changed completely.I had to put my foot down or it would never have happened. It rankled, too, that she looked on it as her doing me a favour. Maybe she was … but not in the way she imagined.“Won’t people talk?”Was that what had been bugging her?“Let them,” I said. “It’s not a date.”I drove us to my favourite Italian bistro, the one with the checked tablecloths and aroma of garlic. Tori seemed to know her way around pasta, ordering farfalle with chicken, while I had my usual calzone.She opted for sparkling water rather than wine, correcting me w
Tori’s POVEllie got sick the evening before the party.“It’s just a flu bug,” she said. “You go and enjoy yourself, Tor.”That was hardly the word I would have used to describe an evening spent with the Alpha. I wondered again about what ‘work’ I would be doing as his plus one.My flatmate started going on about my being a ‘paid escort’, making me extra nervous when she told me the North Shore pack were notorious for holding wild parties.“You’re just making it up,” I scoffed.“No, honestly Tor, I’ve heard that anything goes.”“Looks like you’re fated not to make the Alpha’s acquaintance when you’re sober.”It was a cheap shot when she was feeling low, but I knew my friend was nothing if not resilient. The comments she’d endured over the years from patients and her peers alike, not to mention some other pack members!“Don’t,” she said, wincing, which was when I realised she was probably more ill than she was letting on.The Alpha was picking me up for work soon. It was already after
Tori’s POVSo, he was prone to errors of judgement after all, the Alpha I despised so much. And he still wasn’t off the hook. Maybe there were other pack books, the ones Aiden wasn’t permitted to see.Should I volunteer to take his place? It might seem suspicious this soon.“Take no notice of what she said. Miss Pearl’s the jealous type.”“Well, you lied to me. Why all the cloak and dagger?”“Because I didn’t want you to worry about running into my ex mistress.”“So you set it up?”“Hardly. But Jewel has a way of finding things out.”“And auditing Aiden’s work. What was that about?”“I didn’t give you a head’s up in case you panicked.”I sighed. “You know me too well.”“So, are you up for some fun at ‘Remus’?”“Depends what you mean by that,” I said. “Will Glenn not feel slighted that you left his party?”I’d been wondering about that, as well. How come the Beta hadn’t made the connection between the date and Alpha Calvin showing up unexpectedly? Maybe he was the self-effacing type an
Tori’s POVFull dominant mode. I recognised the signs. Yet all of them were different. Travis, with his innuendoes; Oscar, mostly silent; Calvin, hard to read; and Alex, the bully.“I’ll do it,” I said, “but only because I need to fully understand to be able to help the others.”This time I was lying to myself. And this wouldn’t bring me any closer to finding out if he was the monster responsible for the demise of Black Gold. All it would do was help me to see if I’d recovered from the other traumas of my past.It bothered me that I’d not been able to watch the second demonstration for long.“The scene will last no longer than twenty minutes. During that time you are highly unlikely to need a safe word, but use the traffic light system. Red for stop, yellow to pause, green if okay to continue. At no point will I use a gag. However, you will speak only when I ask you a question. Call me ‘sir’ and I will sometimes address you as ‘pet’.”“Am I your plaything, sir?”“Ah-ah, pet, what did
Tori’s POV I’d just finished prepping lunch – homemade soup with croûtons – when the intercom rang. Ellie picked up, heroically since she still had her duvet wrapped round her slim frame. “It’s him,” she whisper yelled. I rolled my eyes. “You’ll have to be more specific, Els.” “The Alpha.” Sometimes, she could be hard work. Two could play this game. “Why would Alpha Joseph be coming here?” “There’s no way. Achoo!” “Goddess bless you.” An awful thought struck me. “It’s not Tobias, is it? You know, the rival.” “Tori! Is there something I should know?” I gritted my teeth. “Grant him access, whoever he is.” “Are you sure?” “You should know better than to keep an Alpha waiting,” I scolded. When she uttered the words, “Come on up, Alpha Calvin,” before making it possible for my nemesis to ascend to us, I froze. Was this some kind of wind-up? Ellie hopped back to the couch and reached for a tissue. I waited for the cheeky grin in vain. Then I was answering the door to him in
Tori’s POVMy stepbrother kept me waiting. I was on my second espresso by the time he showed up. I needed the fix.“Lookin’ good,” he said, taking the seat opposite.I didn’t care for the knowing smirk.“Cut to the chase. And stop staring, will you? The waitress is coming.”He ordered a soda and fries. Maybe I could leave when his food came.“You ignored my messages. Why was that, Vicky?”His intense green gaze was meant to intimidate. And he knew what I felt about denim.“Because I’m not playing your games any more, Alex.”“Yet you’re here now.”Unbelievably, he took out a comb and began to sweep back his light brown hair. He knew what buttons to press.“So, how is Fran? Have you seen her?”“Not recently, no. Can we have some ketchup here, lady?”I was rapidly losing patience.“Your text said you had news.”“I do, sweet thing. But it comes at a price.”This was how he operated, the old carrot and stick approach.“Will you please stop checking me out, Alex? It’s creepy.”“Aw, can’t I