Honey slumped back against the leather seat of The Velvet Room's private car, her heart hammering against her ribs like it was trying to escape her chest. The driver thankfully kept silent as she struggled to catch her breath, to process what had just happened. Her world had just imploded in spectacular fashion.
"Same place as I picked you from?" the driver finally asked, his eyes meeting hers briefly in the rearview mirror.
"Yes, please. At the back again please." She managed, she couldn’t risk Amanda or any of the security team seeing her in this state.
As the car pulled away from The Velvet Room, Honey closed her eyes, but the image of Grayson's face—Sir's face—was burned into her mind. The shock of recognition that had intensified her orgasm rather than diminishing it. How could tha
