Chapter 1: The Interview
I’m standing outside a sleek, unmarked building in the heart of the city, my heart pounding harder than it should. My name’s Riley Voss, investigative journalist extraordinaire, and I’ve chased stories from corrupt boardrooms to underground fight clubs. But this? This is uncharted territory. I’m about to go undercover at Velvet Touch, an exclusive escort agency catering to high-profile women seeking... well, other women. I’m straight as an arrow, always have been, but a story’s a story. And this one—rumors of blackmail, power plays, and secrets that could topple empires—has my name written all over it.
The door buzzes, and I’m let into a dimly lit lobby that smells of jasmine and something darker, more primal. A woman waits behind a glass desk, her crimson lips curling into a knowing smirk. She’s stunning—tall, with raven hair cascading over one shoulder and eyes that could strip you bare in a glance. Her nameplate reads ‘Cassandra, Director of Talent.’
‘Riley, is it?’ Her voice is velvet, smooth and dangerous. ‘You’re here to... audition.’
I force a smile, adjusting the tight black dress I’ve borrowed for the occasion. ‘That’s right. I’ve heard Velvet Touch is the best, and I’m ready to prove I’ve got what it takes.’
Cassandra leans forward, her gaze raking over me like she’s already imagining me naked. ‘Oh, darling, it’s not about what you’ve heard. It’s about what you can *do*. Our clients expect perfection. Passion. Uninhibited desire. Can a straight girl like you fake that?’
I bristle at the jab but keep my cool. ‘I’m a quick learner. And I don’t fake anything. If I’m in, I’m all in.’
She laughs, low and throaty, standing to circle the desk. She’s close now, her perfume intoxicating, her presence a challenge. ‘Bold words. But words don’t satisfy a woman. Let’s see if your body can keep up.’
My pulse spikes, but I don’t flinch. ‘Bring it on. I’m not here to play games.’
‘Oh, Riley,’ she purrs, stepping closer until I can feel the heat of her breath on my neck. ‘This *is* the game. Follow me.’
She leads me down a hallway to a private room, all plush velvet and soft lighting. There’s a chaise lounge in the center, and she gestures for me to sit. My mind races—am I really doing this? For the story, I remind myself. Always for the story.
‘First test,’ Cassandra says, her voice dripping with mischief. ‘Seduction isn’t just physical. It’s mental. Tell me, Riley, how would you make a woman weak for you without even touching her?’
I lean back, crossing my legs, letting a sly grin play on my lips. ‘I’d start with my eyes—locking onto hers until she feels like the only woman in the room. Then my voice, low and teasing, whispering exactly what I’d do to her if she let me. I’d paint a picture so vivid she’d be dripping before I even got close.’
Cassandra’s smirk falters for a split second, her breath catching. ‘Not bad. But words are cheap. Let’s see if you can handle the real thing.’
She steps forward, her fingers brushing my jaw, tilting my chin up. My skin prickles, a mix of nerves and something I can’t quite name. I’m not supposed to feel this—whatever this is—but my body’s betraying me, heat pooling in places I didn’t expect. She’s testing me, and damn it, I’m not about to fail.
‘Nervous?’ she taunts, her thumb grazing my lower lip.
‘Not even a little,’ I lie, my voice steady. ‘You want to see what I’ve got? Then stop teasing and let’s get to it.’
Her eyes darken with something hungry, and before I can overthink, she’s leaning in, her lips hovering just above mine. My breath hitches, my mind screaming that this is for the story, but my body... my body’s screaming for something else entirely. I can feel the tension building, the air thick with unspoken want, and I know—whatever happens next is going to shatter every boundary I’ve ever set.
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