Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 148

That left me and Chloe. I glanced at her and caught her watching me.

“I know you hate the heightened security,” she started.

“It’s fine,” I said before she could finish. “You’re the expert. If you say we need more security, then we need more security.”

Chloe stared at me for a long, hard moment, as if she were waiting for the other shoe to drop. I simply stared back. We had been together for more than two months—I was getting used to these long, uncomfortable silences of hers.

When she didn’t say anything more, I decided to change the subject. “Last night was fun.”

Her eyes flickered in surprise—gone before I could fully register it.

“Last night?”

“Yeah,” I said, turning and heading for the door. “Just letting you know… I had fun last night.”

“That’s… good?”

“Yep.” Reaching the door, I opened it and tossed her a glance. “I wouldn’t mind doing whatever I was doing last night again sometime.”

Without waiting for Chloe’s response, I walked out and shut the door behind me.

I needed a nap. I just hoped I would be able to sleep despite everything we’d just discussed. Tanaka might be even hungrier for my blood than before.

And a man was dead because of me.

A large part of me didn’t care about that because of who he was.

A small part of me wondered if that was okay.

And most of me wanted to simply put it all off until after my date.

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Saturday, September 14th, 3:58 pm

I slept longer than I’d intended.

Well, it hadn’t been all sleeping.

When I returned to my bedroom, I found Rose still snoozing under my sheets. As tired as I was, I hesitated before climbing in with the nymphomaniac dancer—worried about waking her and setting off a series of events that would keep me from the rest I desperately needed. But it turned out I had nothing to worry about. Rose didn’t stir as I slipped off my clothes and slid into bed beside her.

And I was grateful she stayed. It would’ve been perfectly acceptable to fall asleep alone, but feeling her naked back pressed to my chest as I spooned her was incredible.

Unfortunately, I didn’t get to enjoy it for long. I was out within minutes.

My dreams were chaotic—flashes of Hiro Tanaka’s mocking laugh, the dead-eyed stare of Rajesh Desai, and a tangled mess of women and sex. None of it made sense, and I awoke a few hours later, confused and unsettled.

…Until I realized what had woken me: the warm, velvety touch of Rose’s lips around my cock.

I opened my eyes to see the dancer eyeing me, her cheeks hollowed as she swallowed me nearly to the hilt. One hell of a wake-up call.

As soon as I was fully awake, Rose climbed on top of me and rode me to two orgasms before I finally climaxed inside her.

Once satisfied, we showered together, spending the next half hour exploring each other’s bodies.

Rose’s body fascinated me. Slender without looking starved, toned from years of dance—muscle and grace balanced in every movement. Her breasts were small, dark nipples capping mounds that barely rose from her chest, but her physique made up for it: lean lines, taut muscle, dark skin gleaming wet under overhead light. Running my hands, fingers, and tongue over water-slicked skin was almost as good as the sex.

Almost.

It ended the only way it could: with us fucking again.

Afterward, wrapped in towels, we found Emiko in my room laying out several articles of clothing. Erin sat in the same chair she’d used that morning, tapping away at her phone. She glanced up as Rose and I entered.

“There you are! I’ve got options!” she announced, bouncing to her feet and sauntering over.

Rose gave my ass a firm squeeze through my towel. “You'd better score tonight, boy. That girl is damn fine.” She moved toward the sitting area, where her neatly folded clothes waited.

Erin ran me through her carefully curated options: A reservation at a restaurant that took a month to get into. A private tour of the National Museum of Natural Science—which reminded me of the Louvre trip she’d arranged for me and that redhead in France.

There were a few more choices, but the one that caught me was the Philharmonic Orchestra.

Natalie had played cello in high school. She’d said she was good, but life had gotten in the way. Her love for instrumental music remained.

The orchestra was perfect. And the seats Erin had secured? Miraculous.

“In that case,” Emiko said, holding up a perfectly tailored suit jacket, “this will be perfect for you.”

The women spent the next thirty minutes fine-tuning everything down to my shoes. Erin kept asking questions—what I thought Natalie would like to wear, what I wanted to see her in, her favorite color, her best asset. By the time we were done, I had a flawless wardrobe, and Natalie’s dress was set to be delivered within an hour of me picking her up.

I messaged Natalie, telling her I’d picked out a dress for her and would arrive promptly at seven. She peppered me with questions about where we were going, but I kept the surprise close.

Once dressed, Emiko kissed my cheek, wished me luck, and slipped out, leaving me alone with Erin.

“Fuck, boss,” Erin said, giving me a slow once-over like she was choosing cuts at a butcher’s counter. “You look like a million bucks.”

“Not a billion?”

“Gotta take your clothes off for that.” Erin grinned her Cheshire grin.

I smiled back—but it faded quickly. “What if this goes really well?”

“Most people are worried about a date going badly,” Erin said, amused.

“You know what I’m talking about.”

Her expression softened. “Yeah. Then you have to ask yourself—what do you want more?”

“I want it all,” I sighed.

“There are some things money can’t buy, Marcus.” She reached out, took my hand, and gave me a sympathetic smile. “For the record, I want it all too. So let’s hope she’s down for an open relationship with tons of sharing.”

She pulled me into her arms, looking up at me with those big brown eyes, lips slightly parted—the silent request I knew well by now.

I kissed her. Just lips this time. Soft and slow.

We parted, her eyes fluttering open, pulling me in, threatening to change my mind.

“Just so you know,” she whispered, humor curling around her words, “if everything goes perfectly, I call dibs on sharing her first.”

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