One Dirty Night - Page 98

I sucked on my bottom lip.

How on earth would I call him?

And why?

I’d accepted that I’d never see Hunter again. He had his life; I had mine.

But if Nick doesn’t want you…perhaps Hunter could give you peace?

The peace I’d only just discovered and now desperately craved. The freedom that came at the end of a lashing whip, tongue, and stroke.

Clicking on the bedside light, I reached for my phone before I could stop myself.

If he was still close by, I could travel to the town he was in and ask him to erase Nick from my mind, once and for all.

If I fell into his spell, just the two of us, perhaps he could help me move on.

Bringing up a search page, I typed in Spectacle of Secrets Contact Us.

Immediately, the familiar purple and silver colours of his company appeared. The website was scant and purposely vague with just a picture of the big top, a flashing R18, and the latest park address where they were pitched.

Damn.

He was at least five hours away.

Having sex with him tonight was out of the question, but…would he speak to me?

Would hearing him help heal all these wounds, old and new inside me?

With alcohol bolstering me, I clicked on the cellphone number listed at the bottom of the website.

It rang and rang.

Too long.

With every ring, I felt a little more stupid.

A lot more needy and miserable.

God, what are you doing?

Hang up.

The call connected, and Giselle’s chirpy voice came down the line. “Spectacle of Secrets. How can I help?”

Shit, now you’ve done it.

Trembling, I whispered as if people in the hotel would hear me. “Giselle?”

“Yes. Who’s this?”

My heart pinched that she didn’t remember me. But why the hell would she? I was just one of the many patrons who’d been serviced in her boss’s establishment. Just a silly little girl who’d experienced something monumental that’d forever changed her humdrum life.

“It’s me…eh, the woman who had a threesome with Hunter? El—”

“Ella? Oh, hey! Nice to hear from you. I take it Cath got you home safe? How’s tricks? Broken that boy of yours yet? Has he continued to accept his true nature? Bet you two are at it like rabbits. Good for you.”

I clutched my phone, not having the words to answer her questions. “I-Is Hunter there by any chance?”