“What is your vision, Skyy?”
I was quiet for a moment as I considered. “Well, my most prominent vision is to hire an event designer.”
“You’re the player liaison. I’m sure you know the best event designers in Chicago.”
“And do. I already reached out to British Goode. I told her I want the shotgun wedding special.”
Kelcie laughed. “So now she thinks you’re pregnant and trying to tie the knot before the baby comes?”
“Nah. She knows I’m trying to do this before training camp starts.”
“Training camp starts in four weeks.”
“I know. That gives her three weeks, because I need time to honeymoon.” I wiggled my eyebrows comically.
“You’re probably gonna need some time for recovery, too. As long as Jaxxon’s been waiting to get his hands on you, . . . he’s about to eat your ass off the bone.”
It was my turn to laugh.
We were greeted at the reception desk of the hotel’s spa by a hostess, who personally escorted us to the changing rooms. Once we’d placed our personal items in the provided lockers and changed into the spa-provided camel-colored robes, she escorted us to a sitting room. The room had a wall of floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out on Lake Michigan. The sun waslow over the horizon because it was late afternoon. The view definitely added to the relaxing vibes of the establishment.
Kelcie took a sip from her complimentary flute of champagne.
I checked an incoming text message on my phone. “Hmm, Jay just sent me a text.”
“What does it say?” She took another sip.
I raised an eyebrow. “Okay. You better slow down, pretty momma. You’re gonna be on the massage table fast asleep, if you keep drinking.”
“Girl, I’m gonna be on that massage table fast asleep regardless. I’m exhausted.”
“He’s sending us to a club calledLemon Rain.”
“Uhm, sounds like a drink.”
I smirked. “It’s a sex club, . . . a fetish club.”
“Ohh. Okay.”
“One of the players told him about it. He thinks it might be a resource for me. You know, if a player is looking for someplace to work out their . . . kinks,” I joked with absolutely no judgment.
Sex provided different things for different people. What it provided and how people got those needs met was none of my business, as long as it didn’t include kids or trafficked women.
“So, we’re going to . . .”
“Observe. One of the ambassadors is going to give us a tour.”
She squirmed and wiggled in her seat. “I’m excited. I know this won’t surprise you, but I’m very vanilla in my sex life.”
“Same.”
“But I’m open to exploring . . . more.”
I winked at her while taking a gulp of my champagne. “Same!”
I didn’t tell her that Jaxxon confided in me back in college, when he started dabbling in domination. I shivered slightly at the thought of him dominating me. I knew it would require hellatrust on my part, to let myself go enough to submit. But if I would submit to anybody, especially in the bedroom, that person would be Jaxxon.
When I arrived at the home we would eventually share, Jaxxon met me at the door with open arms. I leaned into his embrace.
