“Nope,” Angel replies. “They’re all a pain in the ass, especially the men.”
Max swats Angel on the arm with the back of her hand. “Girl, Thomas is a walk in the park compared to Anthony.”
“I win the award for most controlling husband.” Izzy lifts her hands in the air and points down at herself. “Your men are all a walk in the park.”
Suzy, the cute perky blonde, gawks at Izzy. “You think Joe’s easy?” She laughs loudly and slaps the table. “Oh, James, spank me,” she teases, leaning forward and wiggling her ass a little bit for effect.
Izzy shakes her head. “That’s not how I say it, and you know it.”
Suzy clears her throat. “You’re right. It’s more like ‘Spank me, Sir.’” Then she pauses as Izzy stares at her over the rim of her martini glass. “Do you use Sir or Master?”
I raise my eyebrows. This is an interesting turn of events, and suddenly my laughter dies and I’m pulled into their conversation.
“It depends on my mood.” Izzy shrugs.
“Bullshit,” Max coughs and covers her mouth, hiding her amusement.
Izzy places her glass on the table, letting her hand slide down the stem. “What’s bullshit?”
“It depends on what he allows you to call him,” Max says with a crooked smirk.
“Oh.” Bianca suddenly becomes interested in the conversation and turns toward Izzy. “He’s a Dom?”
“You know about the lifestyle?”
Bianca waves. “Romance writer and I thoroughly research my books. Thoroughly,” she repeats with a huskier voice. “I know all about the lifestyle or, at least, as much as I can read about it.”
“Ever been to a club, kid?” Izzy asks.
Bianca shakes her head. “No, but I’ve done a lot of reading.”
“They’re hot,” Suzy says, surprising me because she seems too innocent to even know what the hell they’re talking about.
“You’ve been?” I ask, and my mouth suddenly feels drier than the desert.
Suzy nods as a blush creeps into her cheeks, clearly visible in the shitty lighting because her skin is so pale.
“Chicago has one of the best clubs,” Izzy tells Bianca. “If you ever want to do research the right way, I can get you in.”
Bianca swallows hard and places her hand on her chest. “You could do that?”
Izzy nods. “I know the owner pretty well. James has been his friend for years.”
“Vinnie wouldn’t like that too much,” Bianca says and blows out a harsh breath.
“Bring him. He’ll like it plenty.” Izzy laughs. “We all have a bit of voyeur in us.”
“Those clubs are real?” I ask Izzy, figuring they were made up, much like most things in fiction.
“They sure as fuck are.”
I can’t imagine having sex with Angelo in public. Nor can I imagine watching other people have sex as we watched them. I’m not a complete prude, Angelo makes sure of that, but that doesn’t mean I want to share my goods with the world.
“Huh,” I mumble.
“I’ll give you ladies a choice.” She scoots her chair closer to the table, closing the space between us. “We can go to the strip show or the club. Which is it?”
Mia sways backward. “You can get us in? I mean, Mike would fucking have my head.”
