Serviced: A Reverse Harem Novella by Remi Richland

Some days it’s hard being the boss.
No one knows that as well as Elizabeth Beckett. As the Event Coordinator for a prestigious Las Vegas hotel, Elizabeth burns the candle at both ends, making sure her guests are completely attended to. Taking care of others is what she excels at. The problem is that she never takes care of herself. In fact, she can’t even remember the last date she’s been on or the last time she just went out with friends and had a good time. For once, Elizabeth wants to know what it’s like to not have to do everything herself.
A chance encounter with a handsome stranger in an elevator.
A plain black business card with the promise of fulfilling your fantasy – whatever that might be.
The Little Black Book Club extends an offer so enticing she can’t turn it down.
For an entire day Elizabeth is no longer in charge. From sunup to sundown she is not to lift a finger – while having her every need taken care of by not one, but three different men.
So rigid. So disciplined. So repressed.
Can she handle giving up control and allow herself to be pampered?
It’s time for Elizabeth to get serviced.

SKU: B07D8CV8WZ Category: Erotica Tags: contemporary romance, m/m, m/m/f, menage, Reverse Harem

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Remi is the author of the Little Black Book Club Series and writes steamy, toe-curling-look behind you to see if anyone is reading over your shoulder-erotic romance. When not writing Remi is usually reading, crafting, or running incredibly short distances at an unreasonably slow pace.

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I don’t know why I asked. Maybe I was just trying to make conversation while we waited for Blake to fix the elevator, but his eyes practically sparkled with delight as he pulled a card out of his pocket and handed it to me.
“The Little Black Book Club, Ms. Beckett, is not a club, but a service.” The warmth of his hand left a tingling sensation on my skin as he slid the card into mine. I wonder if my hands are going to smell delicious now. I thought idly to myself while turning over the black card with white lettering and reading the text.
Your fantasy is our specialty. Tell us what you need.
There was a logo, and a website, which utilized the letters LBBC instead of spelled out words, which could be why I couldn’t find it when I looked, and no other information. Your fantasy? Oh!
Oh.
“Like an escort service?” I asked, trying to understand. This was Las Vegas, there were a lot of those around and they weren’t anything special. Some were downright dirty and essentially just a polite way to advertise prostitution.
“Hmm, maybe, if that was what you needed,” Wesley said thoughtfully. “But we are so much more than that. An escort service merely provides company. Little Black Book Club provides a service for people who would otherwise maybe not have the means or the courage to ask for it.”
A little shiver ran up my spine at the word courage. That could cover a lot of ground.
“That’s interesting,” I said noncommittally as I placed the card in the back of my phone case, where I would probably forget about it.
“Oh, you would be surprised how interesting it can be. Our company is very creative with our services, and we have a very high approval rating with our clientele. I would love for you to check us out sometime. I’m sure there is something you’ve been yearning for, Ms. Beckett, if you think hard enough you could come up with something for us.”
I laughed then, even though he hadn’t said anything funny. “Oh Wesley, I don’t have time to think about anything but work,” I said once my laughter had calmed down. “I am sure I could come up with something interesting too, but I’m so busy that all I can think to do at the end of the day is take my shoes off and have a quiet moment to myself before I have to go to sleep, get up and do it all again. I love my job, but it’s all-encompassing. It’s hard to be the one in charge, you know?”
Wesley’s eyes changed then, no longer merely polite and smiling, like moments before. Now they held a calculated gleam that changed the atmosphere of the elevator a little bit. Another shiver ran up my spine as he spoke again. “I absolutely know where you are coming from. It’s so hard when you have to be in control of everything, sometimes it would just be nice to let go, and have someone else do all the work – wouldn’t it?”
“Now there’s a fantasy,” I joked and smiled. This time he smiled back. A slightly friendlier smile than the polite one I had gotten earlier, like we had just shared a secret and were a little more connected. Something just between the two of us. The elevator lurched then and began its slow downward descent. “Blake saves the day,” I whispered under my breath, and I was pretty sure I heard Wesley chuckle warmly to himself. As the elevator dinged a few moments later, signaling our arrival on the first floor, he turned to me again. “It was lovely to meet you, Ms. Beckett, I do hope to run into you again.”
Wouldn’t that be nice? I thought to myself. But unless he needed services from this hotel again, it probably wasn’t likely. It was all work, all the time, for me. He turned left out of the elevator and towards the front door of the lobby. I went straight and made a beeline for the coffee shop at the other end of the first floor.
Give me the caffeine so I can get through another busy day.
It’s hard to be the one in charge.