Dark eyes watched me curiously before the man said, “Come in.” I flew off the table and crawled underneath it, wincing when I bumped my head. Two sets of feet came into view: Italian loafers and black boots. Radio static sounded, and then a dispatcher’s voice. Shit. A cop. I’d cry if I had to sleep on a cot tonight and not my bed. “Good evening, Mr. Romano,” Alfred said in a deferential voice as if he was talking to a king. Romano .. . Sounded Italian. The man did have a warmer complexion. I couldn’t say the same for his personality though. Unsurprisingly, Mr. Romano didn’t dispense in pleasantries and remained silent. “We seem to have had . . . a breach in security,” Alfred continued. I rolled my eyes. “You’d think that wouldn’t happen with the amount I pay in membership fees.” A throat cleared. “Yes, of course, sir. . . Naturally, due to the inconvenience, all services will be on the house for the rest of the month.” I wondered what services that entailed. I bet the usual was a naked woman dancing on a pole while he ignored her. The cop stepped forward. “Listen, sir, a... wet and poorly-dressed woman wouldn’t happen to be in here, would she?” Poorly dressed? No doubt Alfred had given him that description. “We have reason to believe she might have come in here about ten minutes ago.” As a kernel of panic bloomed inside me, I wondered if they had a surveillance camera in the hall. “And you think, what? That I’m hiding her underneath the table?” A breath of relief escaped me when I realized he wasn’t going to give me away. He probably wanted to take me out back, hit me over the head, and dump my dead body in the river himself. “Of course not, sir,” Alfred rushed to say. “Are you accusing me of something? Should I call my lawyer?” I stifled a laugh. The expensive fabric of this man’s pants looked incredibly soft, like fine wool. I ran my hand down the material. He threaded his fingers through my hair and pulled my face toward his dick. I sank my teeth into his thick thigh, hard. He didn’t even flinch.