Coffee

The walk home felt longer than usual. My body was exhausted but my mind was wide awake, replaying everything. The deal with Emily. The way Luna and Trixie had moaned my name like it was the only one that mattered. The piece of paper with Sarah’s number burning a hole in my pocket.

Before I even reached my apartment I pulled out my phone and typed a quick message.

"Hey Sarah, it was a real pleasure meeting you tonight. Got home safe. Hope you did too."

I hit send before I could overthink it.

Two days later I met her at a quiet café near the river. She showed up in a soft cream sweater and jeans, looking effortlessly attractive. No blazer this time. Just casual confidence.

“You came,” she said with a warm smile as I sat down. “I was worried I came on a bit strong the other night.”

We talked easily. She asked about my life, my cancelled wedding, my “stressful job.” I gave her the polished version. She listened like she actually cared, laughing at my dry jokes and touching my arm when she spoke. The chemistry was undeniable.

But something felt off. Her questions were too precise. Too interested in the club, in my “late nights,” in whether I had met anyone interesting there.

By the end of the coffee she leaned in, voice soft. “I really enjoyed talking to you, Alex. You seem like a man with secrets. I like that.” She smiled playfully.

I left the café feeling a strange mix of attraction and paranoia.

That evening Emily called me.

“Congratulations on your first real test,” she said calmly. “Sarah is a detective. She’s been investigating disappearances linked to the club for months. We want you to get close to her. Very close. Find out what she knows and who she’s working with. In return… we’ll give you your pick of the next batch of girls. And full access to Luna and Trixie whenever you want.”

I sat on my couch in silence for a long moment.

“Understood,” I finally said.

Emily sounded pleased. “Good. Start slow. Make her trust you. And Alex?”

“Yes?”

“Enjoy yourself. You’ve earned it.”

I hung up and opened my messages. Sarah’s last text was still there. So i sent a reply.

"Hey Sarah. Had a great time at the café. Free this weekend?"

I hit send.

The game had officially begun.