Page 123 of Bid For Me
I pull out my phone and send the message to the driver, ensuring the limo is prepped to collect Elle on the hour exactly. She deserves the full experience tonight – the indulgence, the anticipation, the thrill of stepping into the club like the goddess she is. My fingers hover over the screen before I close the app, imagining her reaction when the car pulls up outside our place, the invitation in her hand, her nerves a delicate counterpoint to her undeniable curiosity.
I gave her the invitation as I was leaving earlier, sliding it into her palm with a soft kiss to her knuckles. She’d looked up at me with those wide, questioning eyes, and for a moment, I wanted to cancel every plan and keep her locked away in my bed. But tonight isn’t just about satisfying her curiosity. It’s about showing her everything she’s asked for and more.
The limo is only part of the evening. The rest…well, that’s where the fine-tuned precision of‘For Me’comes in. And Candy.
I stride into the club’s private lounge, where Candy and two of her men – Wint and Dash – are waiting. They rise when I enter, each exuding the kind of quiet authority that makes them invaluable. Candy, all sharp edges wrapped in silk, tilts her head, her red lips curling into a knowing smile.
“She’s coming tonight, then?” she asks, skipping pleasantries entirely.
“She is,” I confirm, keeping my tone measured despite the restless energy thrumming through me. “I want everything perfect.”
Candy leans back against the edge of the table, crossing her legs with practiced grace. “You don’t need me to tell you we’re ready. But it’s rare to see you like this, Seb.” Her gaze narrows, perceptive as ever. “Nervous, even.”
I scoff, though the sound lacks conviction. “I’m not nervous.”
Dash, ever the stoic, raises an eyebrow but says nothing. Wint smirks, clearly amused, but wisely keeps his mouth shut.
“Let’s go through it again,” I say, redirecting the conversation. “I want the space exactly as we discussed. Low lights, champagne waiting. No interruptions unless I call for them.”
Candy’s smile sharpens. “We’ve handled more elaborate requests than this. You know that. But for you? We’ll make it flawless. She won’t forget tonight. Neither will you.”
The weight of her words settles over me, both a reassurance and a reminder of the gravity of this moment. Elle and I have been moving toward this for years, even if she didn’t realise it.
“And the scene?” I ask, my voice dropping.
Candy exchanges a glance with Dash, then nods. “Set and ready. Subtle enough to ease her in, but enough to let her feel the energy of the space.” She pauses, studying me. “You’re sure she’s ready?”
My jaw tightens. “She says she is. But I’ll make sure before we go any further.”
Candy steps closer, her expression softening in a rare display of sincerity. “You’re a good man, Seb. Despite all the posturing and drama, you care about her. That’s what matters.”
I meet her gaze, unflinching. “She’s everything.”
Candy smiles again, a little softer this time, before turning to her men. “You heard him. Let’s double-check everything.”
As they leave to finalise preparations, I linger in the lounge for a moment, staring at the space that will soon hold my future. I can feel the weight of the collar in my inside jacket pocket, a symbol of the commitment I’m about to make. Tonight isn’t just about taking Elle’s virginity. It’s about showing her that she’s mine in every way that counts.
And when she walks into this club, dressed in whatever sinful creation she’s chosen, I’ll make damn sure she knows exactly what that means.
The quiet hum of activity in the club surrounds me as I leave the lounge, making my way through the corridors that lead to the private suites. The air here feels different – charged, purposeful. ‘For Me’ isn’t just a typical sex club; it’s a sanctuary, a stage for desires most people are too afraid to even whisper aloud.
And tonight, Elle will step into my world.
I stop at the threshold of the suite I’ve reserved for us, a space I curated with the same precision I approach everything else in my life. The low lighting casts warm shadows over the sleek furniture, the deep, inviting tones of the decor, creating a cocoon of intimacy. A table holds the champagne I requested, the crystal flutes glinting under the soft glow of the chandelier. The collar stays in my pocket, heavy and deliberate, a reminder of the decisions I’ll make tonight.
For now, all I can do is wait.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I pull it out to see a message from the driver.
En route. She’s breathtaking.
A sharp inhale escapes me as I picture her. Of course, she is. Elle has a way of looking effortlessly stunning, her beauty never needing adornments or embellishments. But tonight…tonight, I know she’s chosen something for me. A deliberate statement.
As the minutes tick by, the anticipation coils tighter in my chest. I don’t sit. Instead, I pace the room, my thoughts racing. I don’t get nervous – not in business deals, not in boardrooms, and certainly not in moments like this. But this isn’t just another night. Elle isn’t just another woman.
A soft knock at the door pulls me from my thoughts.
I cross the room in three strides and open it to find Candy standing there, her expression calm but purposeful. “She’s here,” she says simply.