Author's Note:
I think I'll be taking this story to the route as if it was Christian Grey and one of his former subordinates before Anastasia.
She doesn't want me?
My thoughts crash into my rather confused brain cells as I fall onto my small bed. My roommate has yet to come home which means he's probably out at his girlfriend's. I'm glad for the momentary solitude.
-x-
"What is your name?" I ask Madam Red's driver as we are on our way to the front of this gigantic mansion where the car is waiting. My mind is telling me I should go running back to Madam Red; however, she is the one who dismissed me.. I keep looking around as this woman guides me to the awaiting transport.
"You may call me Taylar. I am Madam Red's personal assistant."
I gaze over Taylar sometime during the car ride. She is a taller, well-built woman with her long, pitch-black hair in a neat up-do.
"Is there something you need, Mr. Smith?" She states curtly, her tone of voice as soft as it is neutral.
My cheeks flush slightly, my hand going into my unruly hair. "No…Well, perhaps you can tell me something.."
"It depends upon the question-if it is anything that might be considered undisclosable by Madam Red than I may not."
I nod, taking a breath and wording the question in my hazed brain. "Does Madam Red have a man in her life already?"
Taylar remains passive as she states "No. Madam Red believes in living a monogamous lifestyle."
I smile slightly in relief. "Oh. Well that's good to know."
She nods and I relax some at this new found knowledge.
-x-
I groan and ruffle my wet hair, sinking into the bed. Adjusting the towel around my hips, I bite my lip and try not to think sinful thoughts about Madam Red.
My hand immediately goes down to make the towel looser in an attempt to not end up aroused.
I want her...No, I need her.