Complete Submission: (The Submission Series, Books 1-8)

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block letters. The door closed, and the elevator took off without a sound. I closed my eyes, focusing on the force under my feet. The elevator’s movement somehow added to the pressure between my legs that maybe had more to do with the fact I was seeing Jonathan than the perfect speed of the vessel I stood in.
    The doors opened onto a room made of glass overlooking the city. I could see the library, the Marriot, the whole skyline, and the miasma of smog hovering over it all. The marble floors had a gravitas all their own and were buffed to a shine that didn’t look cheap. The woodwork seemed to have gotten seven extra turns of the dowel.
    The lobby was lightly populated with people speaking quietly. A clink of laughter. A klatch of young men in perfect suits. Leather couches. A chandelier as big as my garage. I couldn’t take it all in fast enough.
    “May I help you?” The woman clasped her hands in front of her and bent a little at the waist. Her hair was twisted in an unremarkable bun and was an equally unremarkable color. She smiled in a way that was attractive but not stunningly so. Even though she wore a blue Chanel suit, her job seemed to be to appear as unthreatening as possible, and she was very good at it.
    “Hi,” I said. I smiled because I didn’t know what else to do.
    She noted the card I’d crumpled in my hand. “May I?”
    “Oh.” I was so nervous I was being an ass. I was entitled to be there. I was invited. I had no reason to feel unworthy just because I didn’t know where I was. I handed her the card and stood up straighter, no thanks to my thrift store skirt and two-year-old shoes.
    She thanked me and looked at the card. “Right this way. My name is Dorothy.”
    “I’m Monica. Nice to meet you.”
    She gave me a courteous smile and took me down halls and byways. When I noticed how many outer walls had windows, I remembered how the building had looked from the street. Places all over the city looked mysterious and inaccessible from the outside, and that warehouse was one of them.
    Finally, Dorothy stopped in front of a door. “If you need anything, I’ll be your concierge. My number is on the card.”
    She gave me a white card the size of a playing card, then opened the door.
    “Thank you.” I didn’t know if I was supposed to tip her or say anything in particular, so I just slipped in. Dorothy clicked the thick wooden door shut behind me. Two walls were made of windows. A third wall made of shelves included wine, glasses, a bucket of ice, and a wet bar. The fourth wall had a huge oil painting that looked like a Monet or a damn good copy. The Persian carpet looked real. Antique couches flanked a six-foot long coffee table cut from a single tree.
    I had no idea what I was supposed to do.
    I spotted a bottle of Perrier and two glasses on a small table on the opposite side of the room, against a window, and walked over to it. The leather chairs next to the table were worn in the right places and their arms were bolted with brass studs. An envelope with the word “Monica” printed on the front balanced between the two glasses. I slid the note out. Printed on the club letterhead, which was embossed with silver, was,
    Five minutes late – Jonathan.
    I looked at my watch, then poured myself a glass of water and waited in the chair, humming and looking at the skyline. I was looking forward to seeing him and feeling his touch, the curves of his body, the heat of his mouth on mine.
    When the door opened, it startled me. I stood up, still holding the short glass of bubbling water.
    Jonathan tucked his phone away with one hand and carried a briefcase in the other. I’d only seen him at night, naked or in casual clothes and late day scruff. I’d never seen him clean-shaven and wearing a three-button herringbone tweed jacket with a windowpane white shirt and a tie the color of coal. A black silk square stuck out of his left chest pocket. Matte black cufflinks. All that was really nice. It brought

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