Ivy's Sex Ed

Thanks... Sneak Peak of High Stakes & Book 4

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Now, we're ready to move onto the next story in this series... Zack, Ellis and Sasha's.  Now you've already met Ellis (USA as Ivy refers to him) and obvs you met Zack.  So I thought it would be fun to let you meet Sasha. It's unedited and obvs due for change, so please ignore grammar and typo's

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Chapter 2 - Sasha Darling

Instead of replying to my driver, Mr Davies, question straightaway.  My mind posed a different question.

How did one go about seducing the one person who'd played a staring role in nearly every single fantasy since... well, since I learned what fun my clitoris was?

It had been torturing me for weeks...months.

There was also the tiny problem of I'd already tried once... on my twentieth birthday. It didn't go to plan.

My therapist thought I was crazy when I'd asked her, and yeah, she actually said that, well not in so many words.

So, perhaps it was just best to spit it out.  Ask.

And if that failed. There was always begging. I wasn't above getting on my hands and knees.

"No. Mr Davies."  I angled my chin up slightly. "I would like to visit Mr Coles."

I caught the arch of his brow in the small mirror. "At this hour, Miss?" he asked.

I was well aware it's after polite hours of visiting... for normal people.

But Mr Coles was anything but normal.

He was one of my father's closest friends, although younger, and I often wandered if he was more of surrogate son, having only been gifted with a daughter.

He'd also been around my whole life.

And yes, most likely he would be on my fathers don't touch list. But I didn't care. I wanted wrong... all kinds of wrongs... all kinds of ways.

I wasn't a little girl any longer.

My father also invested in his clubs, although Zack hadn't needed his or their other friends, Max Jenson's investment, as he was wealthy in his own right, thanks to his late father.

Ugh, Max Jenson. Well, not Max the man. His son. Ellis Jenson. I'd had the not so nice pleasure of growing up with Ellis who was aptly best described as a self-absorbed, immature, prick. And that was on a good day.

Thankfully, our lives had taken us in different directions with our colleges of choice being on opposite sides of the country.

As the car arrived at my destination. Mr Davies opened my door and I exited, smoothing down my hand over my dress. "Thank you Mr Davies. I won't be needing your services for the rest of the night."

He looked troubled. "I'll stick around a while Miss."

I smiled trying not to sigh. Every one was always looking out for me. When I was perfectly capable of making my way home . I nodded and walked toward the two burly men guarding the members only entrance.

They eyed me suspiciously and I almost expected one of them to say... who goes there?

"Good Evening Miss." The shorter one of the two greeted.