The Billionaire's Ink Mistress: Billionaires in Bondage, book 2 (2015)
“The address she’d given the driver led to a nice, nondescript brownstone nearly a thirty-minute drive from downtown. A gate barred the circular driveway, but when she’d given her name, the iron gate swung open. However, they didn’t go in the front door, but drove around back to what probably had been the servants’ entry a century ago. It was dark enough that he took her elbow, careful to support her on those gorgeous heels in case she tripped.
She didn’t knock but turned the door handle and let them inside. A single nightlight lit the small closet-like foyer. There were three doors, one straight ahead, through which a red light gleamed, and a door to either side. She knocked on the right-hand-side door, and when no one answered, she opened the door and flipped on the light. The room was small, maybe ten by ten, with old-fashioned velvet settees and low footstools. One wall was lined with wooden box shelves, filled with clothing, shoes and purses. Weirdly, it reminded him of presch...ool cubbies.MoreLess
She didn’t knock but turned the door handle and let them inside. A single nightlight lit the small closet-like foyer. There were three doors, one straight ahead, through which a red light gleamed, and a door to either side. She knocked on the right-hand-side door, and when no one answered, she opened the door and flipped on the light. The room was small, maybe ten by ten, with old-fashioned velvet settees and low footstools. One wall was lined with wooden box shelves, filled with clothing, shoes and purses. Weirdly, it reminded him of presch...ool cubbies.MoreLess
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