Emeralds & Lace (Moved)

Chapter 3

Ethera's POV

Entering my office, I immediately notice my desk. On it, my phone is buzzing with messages from Sam.

Thera! Pretty boy in the lobby right now, says Elise let him down on recommendation and OMG!

I chuckle at her message and reply.

Oh yea? Must be good then. What ab his paperwork? What did he mark?

Three grey dots illuminate my screen as I wait for her to respond.

Sam hurry it up omfg.

I laugh at her excitement, going around my office to turn on lights and put on my favorite gold kimono. I hear my phone ding with a message, and finally, Sam finishes her response.

BABE!!!! HES EXACTLY WHAT YOUR LOOKING FOR!!
He marked off submissive, which is already a good thing, but his kinks line up with yours, almost like fate!!!
He also marked off  that he's willing to try most of anything!
Babe you cant ruin this for yourself!!!!!
At least meet him first!
Pleaseeeeeee!!

I'm having trouble keeping up with her rapid messaging, but I get the general idea of what she's saying.

Fine, send him down. Ive got all evening free.

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Owen's POV

"Ok hon, you're all set! She has all evening free, so don't worry about wasting time. Just go ahead and go down that hallway, last door at the very end, hard to miss. Knock three times and voilà!"

I smile back at her and nod, nerves suddenly coursing through my veins.

Here we go.

I start down the hallway and notice the doors are quite spaced apart. I reach the end and notice a beautiful black ornate door with a gold pattern carefully etched across the wood. I knock three times.

Calm down, its just a meeting. She's a person before a dominatrix.

The door opens and, my god, I've never been more wrong. No way in any hell is she human.

I continue to gawk at the beautiful woman in front of me, and notice a familiar detail.

The green dress. This woman, the pretty one from the club upstairs, the one who had left that man beet-red in his seat, was the dominatrix I was supposed to meet.

I think I'm ready to die now. This night can't get any better.

"Your....Owen? Correct?" Her blue eyes seemingly piercing my soul, analyzing everything about me.

I barely managed a nod.

"Great," She turned, beckoning me into what I assume is her office. "Hope you're not on a schedule because this may take awhile."

"Oh- uh, no. I have all night. Weekend too." I muttered the last pert. I stared at her as she led us to a cluster of couches and leather seats beside her desk.

She wasn't what I expected. She's taller, bigger, not in a bad way.

You sound like an asshole you know.