Reaching for the telephone, Janice dialed the number on the note, expecting that she’d hear Dak’s voice on the other end. Instead a woman responded to the call.
“Dak Bridges, please,” Janice said. It dawned on her that she was probably calling his work number. How interesting. She had no idea how Dak Bridges spent his time when he wasn’t spanking her.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Bridges is not at this number, but could you tell me the nature of your call?” The woman’s voice was like velvet, like she should be on the other end of a s*x phone line.
Janice hesitated, unsure of what to say until she finally blurted out with as much poise as possible, “I’m responding to an invitation.”
“This phone number was given for an RSVP?” the woman inquired.
“Yes it was.”
“At the Steinholz Penthouse?”
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