Darius stood gaping at the woman he knew as The Mistress. In the time he had been a club patron, he had only seen fleeting glimpses of her. Darius had considered her gorgeous even then. Now, standing before him, he understood why lore considered her the most beautiful woman ever to exist.
Aphrodite lived up to the mythological tales. She was tall and statuesque with an hourglass figure. Her long blonde hair was pulled into a high ponytail that fell down her back to her narrow waist. The black leather clothing Aphrodite wore perfectly accentuated every curve of her body. Her green eyes sparkled as she smiled at Darius and gazed upon him lustfully.
“Did you know who Darius was when you gave him the private room?” Melanie asked.
“I did and cleared it with your father before I allowed it,”
