Being at the Private Club made me feel like I was finally living and finally doing something important. I'd gone into law because I had wanted to make a difference in people's lives, but all my job had really consisted of was reading lots of cases and documents and writing lots of briefs. And I wasn't helping anyone but big corporations get out of their tax liabilities. My job had paid well, but I had always felt a little depressed at the firm. I'd always felt like I was wasting away my talents and my life.

I knew that Katie thought I'd loved my job, and I hadn't wanted her to feel sorry for me, but a part of me had been glad to have been fired. Even though I had no clue as to why. Even the human resources department had been surprised when they had laid me off. In fact, I thought I’d seen a few tears in Maggie's eyes as she'd realized that I wasn't going to fight for some answers. I thought she’d thought they'd broken me. But the reality of it was that I hadn’t cared enough. I was scared and fearful about money, but I also knew that this was a new start for me. I wanted a new life.

I looked around the third room curiously, wondering what my third test would be and also looking for the most comfortable place to have sex. Because, in my mind, I was already picturing Greyson and me on the floor.

I figured that I might even be able to plead with him to make a phone call. I really needed to talk to Katie and find out more about Brandon and Maria. I could have sworn that Maria had been Brandon's girlfriend in college. I'd remembered Katie crying in jealousy over the fact. So either Brandon had been lying or Greyson was now. And that made me suspicious. Why lie about something like that? It made no sense.

This room was different from the other two. It looked like an office, and there were plenty of folders and notepads spread around the various desks. I shivered as I pictured myself bent over the grand mahogany table with Greyson behind me. I'd have to grip the edges of the table hard to keep my balance.

I walked towards the table excitedly. I'd always had a fantasy of doing it in an office since I'd watched the movie Secretary. There was something so primal about doing it in a place of work—it was both sexy and scintillating.

I shook my head as I saw the note on the desk with my third test. "Priorities, Meg," I lectured myself as I picked up the note.

This was a fairly mundane task. All I had to do was file all the folders on the desk and put them in a filing cabinet. I wasn't sure how this was a helpful skill for a stripper, but I supposed it wasn't for me to wonder. After all, I didn't really know what this club was about. It was the best-kept secret on the planet.

I picked up the first files and had a quick peek inside to see if Maria or anyone else had left any clues inside. I was about to open the filing cabinet when I heard the door open and the light went off. My heart started pounding. I’d known he couldn't resist me. Greyson had come to take me.

I stood there, waiting patiently, unable to see a thing as the room was pitch black. I realized that he was waiting for me to go to him, so I walked slowly in the area of the door.

"You came," I whispered as I walked across the room. I could hear him breathing, and a shiver of lust ran down my spine.

He didn't respond, so I continued towards him. My hand touched him first and he pulled me towards him. His fingers clasped my waist tightly and my br**sts crushed into his chest. I ran my fingers down his chest, and his hand reached up and pulled my hair. I moaned as I felt his lips crushing down on mine, and his fingers roughly squeezed my ass.

It was then that two things happened that filled me with shock. I breathed in his smell and realized that something was off. It didn't smell like Greyson. And then I heard his voice.

"Brandon, it's Greyson. You need to get down here. There's a new girl and she's asking questions. We may have a problem."

I froze as I realized that Greyson was out in the hallway. That meant he wasn't in the room with me. That meant that I wasn't kissing and being kissed by him. That meant that the man whose paws were all over me wasn't Greyson.

I pulled away quickly and was about to scream when a hand flew to my mouth.

"I advise you to keep quiet, Meg." His voice was deep, and I swallowed hard.

He'd just confirmed something else to me. This wasn't a case of mistaken identity. Whoever was with me had known I was going to be in this room. The man I was with knew exactly who I was and I had absolutely no idea who he was.