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“This is the Emperor’s Room,” Matilda said.<br />
“So this is where the training happens?”<br />
“Some of it, yes. You ready?”<br />
I nodded, took a deep breath and gave her my most confident smile. I was about to watch Mark<br />
Drury’s first training session with Angela Rejean. He’d passed all the tests, submitted to two prior<br />
sessions and aced his interviews. Now, before engaging in a fantasy with Dauphine, he had to pass<br />
final muster with Angela.<br />
“It can be emotional to watch former lovers, Cassie. It takes fortitude.”<br />
“I’m fine,” I said, as much for myself as for her. “He’s for S.E.C.R.E.T., for Dauphine. Not for me.”<br />
“Good.”<br />
“Does he know I’m watching?”<br />
“No. He knows someone from S.E.C.R.E.T. is watching, but we never say who. He was quite<br />
excited.”<br />
“Does Angela know she’s being watched?”<br />
She gave me a wry smile.<br />
“Cassie, honey, this is her thing. All right then. Enjoy yourself. But study carefully too. We have to<br />
evaluate him—look for ways he can improve, to enliven a woman’s fantasy experience. He has to<br />
find pleasure in pleasing. And he needs to learn how to make a woman feel completely desired,<br />
which is, without a doubt, the greatest aphrodisiac. I’ll funnel any advice to him. Patience keeps<br />
coming up as an issue for him. Good luck,” she said with a smile, adding, “you’ve come a long way,<br />
Cassie. Call me later. I’ll let you know how it goes with Dauphine.”<br />
“Thank you. Truly. For everything,” I said. “And I hope Dauphine stays. There’s still just so much.”<br />
“I’ll tell her just that.”<br />
She shut off the light and left, closing the door behind her. I was alone in my little dark room,<br />
unsure of what to do. I crossed and uncrossed my legs, waiting for the session to begin on the other<br />
side of the one-way glass.<br />
A few moments later, Angela emerged from an ivory door flush with the wall in the Emperor’s<br />
Room. Her normally straightened hair was arranged in a relaxed, sassy Afro, and she was wearing a<br />
white, wraparound dress, cut low, the material thin, almost translucent, her dark nipples alert. She<br />
wore six-inch pumps that set off her brown muscled calves to perfection. She ignored the glass,<br />
which would look like a mirror on her side of the room. She walked over to the marble mantel of the<br />
fireplace and leaned on it provocatively. There was a lot you could envy about Angela, but her calm,<br />
cool demeanor was at the top of my list just then.<br />
From a door to the left, off the same hallway I had just navigated with Matilda, Mark slowly<br />
emerged, wearing a grin that only grew bigger when he took in his next “trainer.” He looked so cute<br />
and clean in his chambray shirt tucked into baggy cords, his hair damp. I could almost smell his green<br />
apple shampoo.<br />
“Holy mother of mercy,” he muttered, at which point I realized I’d not only be seeing everything,<br />
but hearing everything through speakers.<br />
“Okay, first thing: don’t smile at me so much,” Angela said to him. “You want our girl to feel<br />
you’re happy to see her, but enthuse less, smolder more.”<br />
“Got it,” he said, literally wiping the smile off his face with a sweep of his hand.<br />
I laughed. I mean, it was funny—he was funny. But Angela was not amused.<br />
“Take a seat.”