I wasn't gonna peek...okay, maybe just a little.

Satisfied with the inspection, she hooked her arm around yours and guided you out of the office.

Slam.

Click.

Clack.

Click.

Clack.

Click.

Clack.

Yup out of the office and into Brie’s hallway.

You should really look into getting one for Brie for Christmas.

Next the ding of the elevator then the beep of the card-swipe and finally the jump in your stomach as it started to descend.

If Donovan could only see you now.

Succified, blindfolded and walked by Eva.

Real good job heeding his advice.

Quid pro quo.

Although you never had a fireball’s chance in Antarctica of taking it, you did appreciate him trying to warn you.

“Donovan.”

It was a gamble, but you owed him at least that much.

“Hm, our doorman?”

“Yeah, your clients treat him like crap. Told me so himself.”

You swallowed hard, a gamble with a guy’s job.

But you were still alive so lady luck had to be on your side. Right?

“Did he now?”

“Yeah and I don’t peg you for the type to sit around and do nothing about it.”

You were slightly relieved to be blindfolded. Eva’s immaculate poker face would have only shaken your nerves even more.

“You are right, I’ll make sure something is done about it.”

“Like what?”

You asked waiting for the roulette wheel to finish its roll.

“First and foremost a raise. Second, if he has managed to maintain this exemplary work ethic while simultaneously being berated and disrespected. He deserves proper compensation for my failings as an employer and for his outstanding dedication. I’m thinking perhaps a promotion. I’ll have Renee begin looking for a suitable position for him.”

25-Red. We have a winner.

Your heart dropped.

“Sounds good.”

You replied not letting her see the sweat.

You were happy to help Donovan out but also equally happy to claim this as a victory.

Even if it was a small one.

*Ding*

You were here, wherever here was.

Following Eva’s lead, you actively listened for any clues as to your location. But nothing.

Until you heard the soft laughter of a gaggle of girls. Okay like where this is going.

“Hello Mistress Black.” The girls exclaimed in unison.

You held back a snicker.

It was like when people called Brie mayor. You struggled to imagine the same Brie who stood in front of the fridge at midnight eating cake frosting with her fingers as anything close to mayoral.

Eva with a whip though, a bit less of a stretch. Although possibly a welcome one?

“Good morning.”

“Who is the gentleman?”

Ooh, gentleman I like that.

Says the guy who eats the frosting alongside Brie.

“Is he a client? Or perhaps a friend?” One of the girls asked with a very apparent suggestive tone.

“The gentleman’s name is Joseph and he is a very dear family friend who will joining our merry little cadre quite soon.”

Instantly you felt the girls encircling you like a pack of hungry velociraptors. Did one of them just sniff you? Even blindfolded you could easily tell they were sizing you up. Scanning for anything to pique their interest.

It was a scrutiny you were quite familiar with.

You thought back to middle school and Shelby Smith your 8th grade bully giving you the same once-over after you asked her out to the spring formal.

She kicked you in the nuts.

Man, did Janae ever call that one wrong.

“She only bullies you, because she likes you.”

“Enough girls, Joseph and I are already late for a special appointment.”

You whimpered as Eva tore you from their clutches.

Going at a rather brisk pace, you followed Eva down what could only be described as the Minotaur’s maze. Seriously you must have turned left like twenty times in a row.

Does she even know where we’re going?

Suddenly after another abrupt right, she stopped.

Beep

Another key-card door?

Pulling you inside, the first thing to hit you was the smell.

A musky, faintly sweaty, slightly acrid aroma. One you were intimately familiar with.

Fuck. Literal fucking.

Did Eva bring you to an orgy?

Not that you were complaining just uh would like to know for tax reasons.