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The Vault: Max & Vanessa
The Vault: Max & Vanessa
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He's a powerful real estate broker who likes being in control, and she's the sassy assistant who loves challenging him—especially when an unexpected encounter at The Vault leads to an irresistible proposition. Two weeks of free use, unlimited temptation, and absolutely no emotional attachments should be simple enough, until their forbidden office affair turns into something neither of them ever expected. Cover art by @fabiola.millan_
The Vault was supposed to be my escape. On the surface, it looked like any other upscale lounge—sleek décor, ambient lighting, and well-dressed clientele sipping overpriced drinks. But past the main bar was a different world entirely. An exclusive playground for consenting adults who had the means to afford discretion and the illicit desires that required it. The Vault had always been a place where I could unwind after a hectic week, have a few drinks with my business partners,
Monday morning, I sat at the head of the conference table, half-listening to Levi run through the status updates on our current listings. Noah was scrolling through something on his tablet, occasionally chiming in with a comment. Jack sat across from me, quieter than usual, his mind clearly somewhere else. Our weekly meetings had become routine over the years. It was our chance to touch base on active deals, discuss potential clients, and strategize on the high-value properties we were
Friday evening, and I was running late, which annoyed me almost as much as people who couldn’t make a damn decision. I checked my watch for the third time in as many minutes while my client, Gerald Thornton, continued to deliberate over floor plans like he was negotiating a peace treaty. “I just think the east-facing windows might be an issue,” he said, stroking his chin. “Morning light, you know. Disrupts my sleep.” “The master suite faces west, Gerald,” I