You enter the penthouse and bend over, unstrapping your shoe. Tom sits in the dark, watching you, his eyes taking in your body.

"Where exactly have you been, and why didn't you answer my call?" he yells.

"I'm sorry, Tom; the club was noisy, and I didn't hear my phone."

"Club," he says, raising his eyebrow. "Have you forgotten our arrangement, darling? I take care of you, and you take care of me anytime I choose, anywhere I choose."

I walk towards him, swaying my hips. I'm sorry, darling.