Madame (Salacious Players' Club, #6)

by Sara Cate

“It’s my birthday!” he shrieks. My eyes pop open and I stare at him in dramatic surprise. “Your birthday?” “Yeah!” he replies excitedly. I shrug dramatically. “Well, if you’re seven now, then you can make your own breakfast.” He giggles. “No, I can’t.” “Sure, you can. I’ll take an omelet, too, while you’re at it. Oh, and some pancakes.” He laughs again, tugging on my arm to try and get me up, but I crack a smile as I fake sleep.

This is so cute!

I’m a mess. And Emerson wants me to run that club? I can hardly handle my life as it is. Madame Kink might appear like she has her shit together, but Eden is drowning.

She doesn't see how much of a badass she is.

“I’m sorry, Clay. I didn’t mean to sound so cold. It’s just…been a stressful morning already. Jack is sick, and I haven’t even had my coffee⁠—” “Jack is sick?” he asks, interrupting me. The resentful tone in his voice is replaced with frantic concern. “Yeah, it’s just a fever,” I reply nonchalantly as I move toward the coffeepot, pulling a cup from the cupboard. “Did you take him to the doctor? What are his symptoms?”

like he's always meant to be Jack's dad.

“I trust you, Clay. And I trust her. Besides, last night was the hottest night of my life. So if you do cheat on me, at least record it and let me watch.”

My literal response: "Oh shit! Oh fuck!" 🤣🤣🤣

“Eden, what do you think love is? If it made sense, it would be like taxes or the weather. But it doesn’t. That’s why there are songs and art and literature—because we’re all just trying to make sense of something that never, ever makes sense.”

This is beautiful.

“Do you really think staying single and avoiding love your entire life is going to keep him safe?”

I feel called out. Okay, Jade. Okay.