My cheeks heat and I bite my lower lip to hide my smile at the memory.
We arrive at a tall building and Jayce pulls into an underground parking garage. He parks and helps me out of the car, then leads me to an elevator.
“This seems pretty private,” I murmur as the doors slide closed. “How’d your brother catch you?”
He lets out a low snort. “That was a different club. Less exclusive and expensive, so not as discreet. I took Owen thereonce, but he wasn’t really interested. I stopped going to the other place a while ago. Pretty much only come to this club now.”
“Oh, I see.” Good Lord, how many sex clubs are there in Denver?
Jayce holds my hand as we ride up to our floor, and I can’t stop stealing glances at him. He’s dressed in a black suit with a black shirt, the top two buttons undone. His free hand is in his pocket and his stance is relaxed and casual, like we’re just going to dinner and not about to enter a private sex club. How often does he come here? It’s got to be pretty frequent given how nonchalant he is.
When the elevator stops, he pulls a black card out of his pocket and presses it to the card reader under the call buttons. The doors slide open and he leads me out into what appears to be some sort of reception area. It has marble floors and soft, crimson walls. A warm, spicy scent tickles my nose. Like a mix of amber and clove. I hear a soft thumping coming from somewhere beyond this room, like the low base of music vibrating through soundproof walls. There’s a dark wooden desk across from us with a tall woman with platinum hair and a short black skirt and vest standing behind it. There’s no one else present, which strikes me as odd for any kind of club. As we approach, she looks up and gives us a polite smile.
“Welcome back, Mr. Vaughn.” She looks between the two of us. “You’ve brought a guest with you tonight, I see. Will she require a membership?”
“We’re considering this a trial evening,” he tells her smoothly. “She’ll be included on my membership for the night.”
“Very good.” She looks down at a laptop open in front of her and quickly types something then grabs a black clipboard with a paper on it and sets it in front of me. “If you could just sign this consent of entry form, miss, we’ll get you situated.”
Frowning, I glance up at Jayce and he gives me a wink and a reassuring smile. I skim the paper, which basically assures that I’m here of my own free will and understand the rules of the club.
When I sign it, the woman takes it back and asks Jayce, “Would you like your usual private room?”
“Yes, please.”
She types something else and then smiles back up to Jayce.
“Everything is ready. Enjoy your evening.”
He nods and squeezes my hand. Turning, we make our way through a large doorway covered with a red velvet curtain. To my shock, we step into a wide open space with a bar and several seating areas with booths and cushioned chairs. Music plays softly from a hidden speaker system. There are people sitting around, talking and laughing. Mingling. It’s like any other ritzy club I’ve been too, except some of the people are…naked.
Or in lingerie.
Or in leather.
Some are dressed like Jayce and I, but there’s a casualness about the nudity and exposure that catches me off guard. I freeze, gazing around with wide eyes.
Jayce chuckles softly, snapping my attention to him.
“You okay?”
Swallowing, I nod. “Yeah…just shocked me a bit, that’s all.”
“Understandable,” he grins. “Don’t worry, though. We’re not going to stay out here. I’m not interested in an audience…at least not tonight.”
My jaw drops. “Is that…is that something you have been interested in?”
He raises my hand to his lips, kisses the back of it and winks but doesn’t answer. We start to cross the room and I immediately notice women’s heads turning toward Jayce like moths to a flame. They’re gazes linger, but he doesn’t seemto notice, or maybe he just doesn’t care. He continues straight ahead, his hold on my hand steady and unshakeable.
Pausing, he looks around. “Do you want to watch anything? Some rooms have windows. Otherwise we can go straight to the room.”
I’d be lying if I said the idea of watching other people was enticing, but right now I’m much more interested in what Jayce has in store for me.
“Let’s go to the room,” I reply.
The corner of his mouth quirks up. “Your wish is my command.”
We enter a quiet corridor lined with closed black doors. There’s no sound back here. Not even any light bleeding through the seams of the doorways. My heart is racing and my breath is heavy by the time we stop at one door near the end of the hallway.
