Never A Choice (The Choices Trilogy (Book 1)) by Dee Palmer Page B

the staff!” I smile.
    “It’s not you frightening them that concerns me . . . it’s them thinking about their hard-ons all day rather than their work!” He calls after me.
    “Ewww Joe! Gross!” I close the door to the sound of his laughter.
    I finish my shift mid-afternoon, Sofia is picking me up at six, so I have all afternoon to do some course reading and relax before getting ready. I start up the stairs when Joe calls me back.
    “I signed for a package for you, it came first thing this morning but I forgot, sorry sweetheart.” He hands me the box.
    “Not a problem, thanks, if I don’t see you later see you Monday, my love to Christy!” I head back upstairs, shaking my large but intriguingly light box.
    I open the box and pull the pink ribbons to remove a black and pink box. Agent Provocateur, I recognise the colours before I even see the name. Inside there is a card.
    “No More Lies.” S
    Pulling at the tissue there is a beautiful black lace bra, the material is fine and delicate. It has straps that would lie in a cross tied pattern just under the cups. There are matching French knickers, suspender belt and silk stockings. This can’t be good. My hands are shaking as I dial Late Night Calls.
    “Late Night Calls . . . Let me help you.” I recognise the breathy voice of Susan.
    “Hi Susan, its Bets is Mags there? I’ve got a problem.” I am trying to remain calm.
    “Bethany darling, what’s wrong? Did you get the parcel?” She sounds excited.
    “Um, yes.” Now I’m confused I didn’t think there was a uniform. “You sent it?”
    “Well yes, I got the delivery this morning for Lola, and sent it straight to you but with a different courier company, for safety you know. Why, what is it?” She asks kindly.
    I breathe out a relieved sigh, Ok that’s not so bad. “It’s a set of really beautiful, really sexy and really expensive lingerie and it’s from the caller from last night. Is that usual?”
    “Oooo, how lovely. Well it’s not unheard of but what is unusual is that that caller has pre-booked your calls for the next week.” Her tone is pitched with excitement.
    “Can he do that? Mags I have to say I’m a little creeped out right now, you sure I can’t be identified?” My heart is thumping but her overt calmness is having the desired effect on my nerves.
    “Absolutely darling, I couldn’t sleep if it weren’t so. Pre-booking the call, well, it’s simple enough to do. We just keep your line free until his call comes in, even if he doesn’t call, you still get paid for the hour. Why? Didn’t the call go well? You were on for nearly half an hour, so you must’ve done something right?” She giggles lightly.
    “Not sure me doing something right was the purpose of the call, but it was different . . . intense.” I don’t know how to describe it without disclosing too much of me.
    “Well darling, it’s your call, if you don’t want too . . .” She pauses and I interrupt.
    “-No.” I hesitate. “No, its fine Mags, just different. Not that I have been doing this long enough to make a decent comparison really.” I ramble with fresh nerves. “I’ll just stick with it for the time being but I can’t work until Sunday now, I have some previous commitments, will that be a problem?”
    “Not at all darling, I’m here if you need me, always!” She hangs up.

    Sofia is loading boxes into my waiting arms as we unpack the van and start to bring the supplies for the evening up to the private residence on the corner of Hyde Park. We have to be quick the traffic wardens here are pure evil. This apartment is gorgeous, I mean out of this world, lottery winning price tag luxurious. The kitchen is all sleek polished granite, I am sure every gadget and machine available is here but it is all cleverly hidden behind smooth shiny surfaces and seductive lighting. Exploration, however tempting is extremely unprofessional, so we are confined to the hall, dining room and kitchen. Jean, the chef