Mag-log inCLOE POV Not nervous, not nervous, not nervous. Definitely not nervous. No way. I’d packed too many clothes for a night away, virtually the entire passable collection from my wardrobe, but what was a girl to do? A night out in Brighton could mean anything. Posh dinner? Ballroom dancing? A basement rave? Partying on the beach? Should have packed those glittery pumps. They’d pass for beach party attire. Crap. Soren smiled across at me, and I wished I could see his eyes through his shades. “Not too long now.” He turned the music up a notch, but Max tapped the back of his seat. “I’m expecting a call,” he said, gruffly, and Soren turned it back down. He shook his head at me, and I laughed. My neck prickled as Max leaned forward, his chiselled face appearing so close, right between our seats. “Some of us have to work,” he said, and then his phone started up. He’d been in the back seat the whole journey, his laptop on his lap and his phone beeping and whizzing. I didn’t mind. I liked i
CLOE POV “Two cocks at once, right?” I said. He shook his head. “That’s not it.” He brushed a wisp of hair from my cheek. “I didn’t want to talk about it, not so soon. But it’s important. Max is… insistent… he wants to know… needs to know…” “Need to know what?” He looked so awkward, so uncharacteristically unsure. He stared at me, and I willed him, willed him just to spit it out. “It’s important, like I said.” He looked at the ceiling. “It’s a sensitive situation… something you need to know about…” “Tell me,” I said. “Just tell me…” Soren’s eyes were dark and horny, his breath still fast as he prepared to answer my question. “Max needs…” But another voice told me. It boomed from the hallway. “Lunch,” it said. “Max needs his fucking lunch.” I stared open-mouthed at the doorway, and Soren did, too. And my cheeks were burning, just like Soren’s were. “Max,” he said. “I didn’t think you’d be coming. You never come.” I untangled myself entirely from Soren, smoothed down my t-shi
CLOE POV Soren moved the music to the living room after lunch, one of those seamless setups that pipes your tunes from room to room. He took the sofa, and so did I, and so naturally my knee rested against his. He’d made me laugh so much. He made me smile, so hard. So many stories, of travels, and graphic design, and love, and sex, and life. Mainly I had stories about Tino, but he was interested. Genuinely, too. I could see it in his eyes. I could spend a lot of time around Soren D. A fuck of a lot of time. An early lunch was turning into a late one, but he hadn’t made any attempt to return to his project, and I wasn’t pushing it. I could have happily stayed there, slumped on his sofa while we talked the afternoon away, substituted mineral water for cold beer and laughed my way through until dawn. “So, yeah,” he grinned. “She, um, didn’t last long. Told me I was a freaky piece of crap and took off out of there.” “In her underwear?!” “In just her fucking knickers.” He laughed. “
CLOE POV He shook his head. “That’s not quite how it works.” He forked himself some cucumber stars. “See, we want… things… we want… someone…” The piece of tomato in my mouth felt big all of a sudden. I struggled to chew, and struggled harder to swallow. “Someone? Like… more than a…” “More than a fuck once a week on a Saturday, yeah.” He sipped his water, but his eyes didn’t leave mine. “Much more than that.” I felt my colour draining. Much more than that. What could be much more than that? A live-in whore? A sex slave? A maid? A girlfriend? He waved his hands. Hold them up. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. Too much, too soon.” “No,” I said. “It’s just… I don’t…” I took a breath. “I’m not really sure how this stuff works. I just read a couple of reader’s letters in Glitz, and it all sounded so easy and cool and glamorous. And hot. It sounded hot.” “There aren’t any rules,” he said. “It’s just people. People want different things. I guess we need to find a zone where we al
CLOE POV Do I smell like horse? I pulled my t-shirt to my nose, took a whiff. Hmm, maybe a little. I pulled my emergency perfume from my handbag and spritzed the shit out of myself, then rubbed my fingers in my armpits to check for body odour. Safe enough. I’d just have to hope I didn’t have any stray bits of hay dangling from my underwear. It’s been known to happen. One of the perils of heading straight to a lunch date after a morning at the stables. I vacated my vantage point at the end of the street, then rumbled onto Soren’s driveway. The Range Rover was missing. It made sense that Soren’s was the sporty little BMW, it suited him. I switched off the engine and my heart was pounding, which was standard, but there was more than nerves today. I woke up early, even for myself, and I was excited. Ridiculously excited. So, this was crushing? I’d never really had a crush before. I’d liked plenty of guys, but it was always just a like. Occasionally a strong like. Sometimes even a
MAX POVI loosened my tie and ditched my jacket over the chair, guzzling down a couple of mouthfuls of beer before Soren even asked the question.“So, Princess Macua?” he quizzed.“Just as good as you were expecting?”I nodded. “The brat wouldn’t sing.”“Ouch.”“Quite. So, I sent her packing. She ran to Daddy, you know how it goes.”He sucked in breath. “And what happened?”I smiled at the memory. “He sent her back five minutes later, with an apology.”Soren’s eyebrows shot up. “An apology? No fucking shit!”“A token apology.”“Did you accept it?” He grabbed himself a beer.“After she sang the Rocky theme…” I couldn’t help but smirk. “Solo…”Soren shook his head. “Jesus, Max. She’s gonna hate your fucking guts.”“She can hate my guts, I couldn’t give a toss, just as long as she learns to apply herself to the programme, or gets the fuck out of it.”He paused, and I made him wait, and didn't say another word.“Did you get my message?” he asked, finally.I took a swig of beer. “Yeah, I g







