Chapter 19

RULE #18: WEAR A REMOTE-CONTROLLED VIBRATOR AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Presh

It's a no-fun day. Which is what I've come to call the days when I have to be just Precious and he's just Musa, not sir. No good girls. No yes, sirs. Just a regular secretary. Blah.

We do it every other day, and I find myself more and more disappointed on days like this.

Luckily, we're at the club today. Musa has a meeting with some toy suppliers to stock the shop, so I suppose I can't complain about today after all. When we arrive, I follow him to the right where everyone is gathered — Lucky, Thuli, Sifiso, and even the contractor, Deshan, who's no longer in his dusty clothes and hard hat but dressed properly in tight jeans and a V-neck showing off a patch of dark chest hair. My gaze lingers on him for a moment, and he catches me staring, sending me a wink that makes me blush and look away.

My eyes trail to Musa, who is watching me too, but he doesn't look as happy as Deshan. In fact, he's glaring at me with a furrowed brow.

What is that look for? What did I do wrong?

Before I can ask, a woman I don't recognise walks in through the front door. She's tall, in all black, carrying a black tote. There's a belted harness over her shoulders and around her waist. I find myself staring at it. It looks more like a fashion statement than something she actually uses, and I love the way it looks on her. Powerful and dominant and sexy. With a bright smile, she introduces herself to everyone.

Then, as her gaze falls on Musa's face, she pauses. "Hello, Musa," she says with a bright, flirty smile.