Madame Bella paused as she stepped through the door, clearly not anticipating finding one of the club’s luminaries alone with one of the maids. The statuesque female only let the surprise show on her face for a split second before a silky smile slid over her features.
“Mr. Michaels, a pleasure to say the least,” her generous hips swayed as she sauntered over and extended a fiercely manicured hand out for Xavier to shake. Never once did the woman spare a second to acknowledge Ava’s presence. “Please, allow me to assist you in any way I can.”
Xavier had to be a very special guest here indeed if Madame Bella deigned to descend from her leather-clad tower to not only answer his summons, but personally offer him her services.
Of course, Ava didn’t have much of a frame of reference
